Ballerina Brooches

I have a godawful head cold and so have been sitting on the couch for two days with a box of tissues and a laptop. I thought I would list some of the jewellery pieces I sell at the markets on my Made It store. Now , I am not a jewelley kind of gal. I wear my Oprah necklace (because I have constructed all sorts of meaning around it), my wedding ring, and diamond earrings that my husband replaces every year as I loose one of them. That's it, no fuss. I don't adorn myself. I really can't be bothered.

Having said that, I started making jewellery for my market stall, because frankly, it sells. It fills in the gaps and gives people an opportunity to spend 'a little bit' and not feel guilty about it. (They haven't got a problem with self adornment)

These are some little wooden ballerinas brooches attached to re-purposed tortoise shell belt buckles. There must be a little bit of 'shabby' deep inside me, trying to claw itself out...even though I am  more of a mid-century kind of girl. They look very sweet on though.

They all have different names. This is  Miss Gertie and Miss Ivy. I wanted to make them look Art Deco-ee, and also give them a bit more substance. I got a few bags of the rectangular belt buckles at an op shop in Sydney when I went to see Oprah. I am kicking myself I didn't get more. They had hundreds of them...and ofcourse I erred on the side of caution.

 This is Bertha and Myrtle. Altogether, there are ten in the series. These ladies have a bit of grunge and attitude to them. I have made up a story, (as I usually do) and they are all prostitutes working as dancers in Paris, or is that the other way around...dancers working as prostitutes or should I say courtesans. Nah, they are downright scarlet women, trying to eek a living in the bright lights, big city that is Paris in the 1920's. Most probably they all ended up in the gutter, toothless hags, forever reliving their youth, just like Fergie.