love, love...love
You probably didn't know that I had my own personal jeweler on retainer, did you? Yeah, I just tell her to whip something up for me real quick and a day later there it is. Seriously, what I do have is one incredibly talented friend who just happens to be a phenomenal jewelry artist. (Did I mention that she now does the jewelry bying for a speciality shop she works for...so now her eye isn't just for her stuff. It's for good stuff everywhere. And she bakes too.) Again, I lament my lack of photography skills. I'm reading everything I can, I promise. The pendant is from my dad. A Christmas present. It's a shard of Navajo pottery. Marianne took a look at it, and together we decided on moonstones to match the tiny bezel-set stone at the bottom. We both forgot about that tiny stone, but were thrilled when the stones she ordered matched it so well.
This is a close-up of the clutch of coppery-orange stones that she used to pull out the orange in the pottery. The whole thing feels ancient and stormy, like the wine-dark sea (foreshadow, foreshadow). I love, love...love it.
Hey Marianne, I was thinking maybe some earrings to match in the orange, what do you think? Just tack it to my bill. XOXO