Ear-stravaganza.

It's an ear-athon. Ear-mageddon. Ear-gasborg. Ear-pocalypse. Ear-topia.The Ladies at their Leisure. 

OK, I'll stop. Here's some greybird with vintage bingo balls I put eye-screws into.

The Saintly Ones.

The earwire on these is full-hard sterling. Cuz. It's 22 gauge though, so I dunno. The hoops are 4ophelia (check out her awesome new handmade resin cabs) and the medals are teapots. The blue glass is antique African from patroness. Stillpointworks has these amazing new polymer headpins. I bought a couple at redonk ontro price and then she just GAVE me a couple more. So of course her shop is quite out.

Of Shimmering Rains.

See, here's another set. These also have some really iridescent Roman glass and a bit o' asymmetry.

Stillwater.

 Here's this amazing transparent 'set' she just up and sent. Surrounded by all kinds of gem goodness. It's a gem-stravaganza! Ugh, someone shut me up.The Garden Gnomon.
 Greybird, jasper and sterling wires.

The Fortune Teller. 

 These are a re-make because I had the bits.

The Silent Land. 

These! cut strips of modern tintypes with a bit of heat embossing and gold leaf insides surround antique buddhist amulets on sterling wonky wire. So leetle and cute.

Witch speaking of-

Lately the tumblrz are all about the 2 second videos.

Just thought you should know. Keeping you current.

Also something that makes me laugh each time I re-read it. It's Noir fiction in tweet-sized bites by this lovely illustrator.

She had a pair of legs that wouldn’t quit, no matter how politely you asked #noirfiction

She had a nice set of legs, and then a second, less-nice set she’d found in her foyer. That’s why she came to me. #noirfiction

She was a nutty broad, with hair that was bonkers, and legs that just didn’t make any sense at all #noirfiction

It was a dark and stormy…. DAY #noirfictiontwists

Her legs only went halfway up and then there was just an inescapable shrieking void, like all women #noirfictiontwists #noirbydavesim

She had legs that went all the way up, and so did the rest of her. “Get back down here,” I said. She looked at me and said “No” #noirfiction

She had a torso and then two weird lower limbs sticking out of the bottom of it. What were those things #noirfiction

She had a body like a poem, and a face like a limerick #noirfiction

Her legs were like a metaphor, and the imagery they brought to mind was extremely evocative #noirfiction

She was a real classy broad: top hat, monocle, tuxedo, twirled mustache… oh wait #noirfiction

She had a face like this :) and a pair of legs to match < #noirfiction

She had a nice face. It was pretty. She was in my office. I was a detective! It was my first day of being a detective. #noirfiction

She had a pair of legs that ended in rollerskates and the kind of body that could stay upright #noirfiction

She had a face like a zen koan: thought-provoking but impossible to figure out #noirfiction

She was the kind of dame where you couldn’t wait for her to leave so you could write about her on your blog #noirfiction

I never cared for conversation, so I let my gun do the talking. Problem was, he was shy too #noirfiction

It’s a dirty job in a dirty city, but I’m not the cleanest guy so that’s fine by me. The name’s Paul Blart… Mall Cop. #noirfiction #blart

He had a face like a stack of pancakes and whenever he talked he sprayed butter and syrup everywhere #noirfiction