Oh the joys of rummaging through my little treasure chest of trinkets. I'm making oodles of headbands for the various holiday boutiques that my crafting friends and I are participating in and when the inspiration runs low, I always get a little thrill by poking around in my box of adornments. I ponder. I sort. I colorize. I imagine the potential of beads and feathers and velvet petals. I think about the time spent digging through dusty boxes and trays in the basements of junk shops and estate sales. I think about my sister Kelly, a loyal fellow trinket shopper and how we ooo and ahh over faded gold clip-ons and bags of coral colored beads in the shape of shells. I become so fond of certain pieces that I'm sort of sad to use them, knowing they'll more than likely be sold, which is in fact, the very reason I buy them. I become a nostalgic cheese over costume jewelry. What can I say? Trinkets make me happy.
okay these are lovely! this little montage makes me happy! xo!
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