Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Etsy Preview

Preview of a couple of new pendants I'll be posting for sale at Perfidious Beadworks sometime this week, one with a Victorian-era engraved image, both with copper from the scrap bin at work, antique watch junk and keys, and sterling silver and copper wire. No bead embroidery this time, but there are large beads in the chains. The intention was that they resemble some of the big overdone Victorian pendants I have illustrations of but the fanned corrugated copper makes them go really Art-Deco.

Of course this means I have to find more objects. Like these ginormous washers I picked up in the street on Monday, for instance. I don't find nearly enough interesting free crap in the street for jewelry-making. I should be filling my pockets with washers and bolts and suchlike every damn day, but I suspect some giant magnetic creature hoovers them up before I can leave my apartment.

No, I don't know what that means.

On ice!


Lady Euphoria Deathwatch said...

Hi Severina,

Very nice!

I hope all your days are filled with usable free junk.

Hugs, Euphoria

Obsidian Kitten said...


Do not under any circumstances feed them to the Ocicle, mmmkay?

Scott said...

Ocicle? Has Grady been stuck on a stick and frozen? I prefer my frozen treats less hairy.

Anyhoo, I seem to recall sending you (at great expense) two packages of metal crap you requested I dig out of the scrap bins at my job.

Obsidian Kitten said...

What you're really doing with all those metal bits is continuing to build your robot army, right?

I take your silence as a nod of assent.

BlackCrow said...

ooooooooo free street crap! I've a real thing for street trash...rusty nails are my weakness. but at the moment bottle tops, all colours! I still think about the rusty red one I left behind at country train station:( Sad.
Long a go I worked in a motor cycle parts warehouse... my nickname was pockets. I wore army surplus pants and used to fill them with bits of metal stuff in the hope to make jewelry out of them one day. That day never came I eventually had to toss them...regret!