Time sneaks up on us. Facebook keeps sending me memories of witty posts that I thought I made yesterday but were written six years ago. And I keep finding little stashed of earrings tucked away in drawers and boxes. At some point these were all favourite pieces. At least a couple (the black onyx balls and the gilded chain drops) were acquired in New York and made me feel urbane and sophisticated. Others (the gilt leaves and the grapes) were mash ups of vintage pieces that I upcycled. The rest are thrift shop finds that totally fit whatever mood I was going through cat the time.
There are more out there, that’s for certain. I’m now wrestling with whether to sell them or reintroduce them to the lineup.