I was a fanatic for anything different, organic, tongue in cheek, or dramatic. The items in my kittyocat collection are just that, a collect...read more
I was a fanatic for anything different, organic, tongue in cheek, or dramatic. The items in my kittyocat collection are just that, a collection put together for a special occasion or a drama piece to face the mundane.
The first piece of jewelry from my Grandmother was a star necklace. I loved it, then I lost it. I was a thoughtless child. Once I found a diamond (I think) tie clip inside of a couch that someone threw away in the meadow behind my house. It was beautiful, I have no idea where it is now (not the couch, the stick pin).
As I grew older, I started to cherish and examine the beauty in each piece of jewelry I found, or was given (except for the cheap necklace an older admirer gave me that I recognized was just that, junk).
I worked in the downtown area of Detroit at a bank, that is where I learned from people the difference between chic, shabby chic, and artistry. I would visit DuMouchelles gallery to learn the terms of the collectible jewelry trade, I hope it payed off.
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