I don't know that I ever saw my mother wear this lovely but impractical necklace of autumn leaves. Beautiful on display perhaps, the necklace does not hang well on the neck, the strands not properly spaced and the leaves too large to be more than a jumble. Nevertheless, the delightful light clattering sound it makes has an appeal all its own, as if the wearer was kicking through tumbledown foliage with the abandon of a child. It is a necklace of sound, jewelry to be handled and not worn, pleasing both ear and eye.
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Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Necklace Of Sound
I don't know that I ever saw my mother wear this lovely but impractical necklace of autumn leaves. Beautiful on display perhaps, the necklace does not hang well on the neck, the strands not properly spaced and the leaves too large to be more than a jumble. Nevertheless, the delightful light clattering sound it makes has an appeal all its own, as if the wearer was kicking through tumbledown foliage with the abandon of a child. It is a necklace of sound, jewelry to be handled and not worn, pleasing both ear and eye.
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