Almost finished.... I know, you are wondering if it is heavy enough? and if maybe I've gone too far? It probably wouldn't be a true Laura necklace if you weren't asking those questions. I have zillions of charms collected over the years and I spent an enjoyable night pulling all the possible pieces to put into this necklace. Probably four times more than can fit.
(That's my mom's watch that she got when she graduated from high school,
next to an earring I wore often in college but lost the mate to, and a
round locket I got on Etsy, with Susan Lenart Kazmer charms on each
side).
It's tempting to work on a series. I love the idea of scrounging other people's bead and jewelry boxes to make a personalized necklace. I hope you won't find this blasphemous if I say that it feels a little bit like prayer beads, running my fingers over all. Sitting on the bus with the adorable girl this morning, we went through the various charms. "What this is?" "Does this open?" Susan Lenart Kazmer calls hers talisman necklaces, but it feels like a story necklace to me.
(especially for Facebook friends who were wondering about my mention of a diaper pin - here it is. This was a gift when I was born, a pair of monogrammed silver diaper pins - from people who had way more money than my parents had at the time, which is to say that I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth, though that would be another thing that could get incorporated into a necklace such as this).
It makes me think about what language we use to speak of other people, words, of course, but also physical objects and photographs. I feel like a lot of people and times and places have gone into this necklace. There's Cinderella and Thumbelina, the Owl and the Pussycat, the cow jumping over the moon, Valley Ridge Art Studio (and the influence of Nina Bagley, Susan Lenart Kazmer, Kathy Malkasian, Michael DeMeng), the girls of Vintaj brass, the adorable girl, Jill Schwartz, Kim Geiser, Susie Carlson, the Jens, Mom.... Is name-dropping so annoying? Sorry, it annoys me too but I do feel it is important to give credit to my muses. There is Travel, Whimsy, Play, Memory, Loss, Family. There is Luck. Charm. No wonder it's so heavy. Truth be told, it's not totally comfortable. I'm going to have to find a way to display it so that I can enjoy it without wearing it - though it did make for an enjoyable bus ride this morning. Lily has already decided upon her favorite piece. She calls it a button and pointedly seeks it out. I wonder what she imagines is happening when she pushes it.
(this key is from an old lock of mine. I couldn't fit the car key in,
it was just a little too long. The black oval is an unmatched earring
from Mom's jewelry box - I remember handling it as a child. The woman
on the moon is from Vintaj).
I still want to do some resin work - maybe adding some snippets of text to the keys and other trinkets. Oh, and there's a couple lockets and a box so I need to put something in those. And maybe tying on a few hand-dyed ribbons... I can't stop...!!!!
(yet another key from a padlock, that blue and silver is another lost earring, and there's the edge of a round enamel piece that I've been eyeing from the Duluth artist we carry at Anthology. The brown button is from Mom's button box, maybe an old coat? I just remember handling it as I sorted through her buttons in those rare 15 minutes of peace that she could get from me. The seahorse is also from Vintaj, another charm we carry at the store).