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.
This is the 15th year of continuous daily publication for 365Caws. All things considered, it's likely it will be the last year as it is becoming increasingly difficult for me to find interesting material. However, I hope that I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world with my natural history posts, or encouraged a novice weaver or needleworker. If so, I've done what I set out to do.
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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