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When I was a little kid, ere those many, many years ago, I remember some of the grown-up ladies referring to earringsāspecifically the kind you clipped onto your earlobesāas āearbobs.āĀ Mama didnāt have pierced ears in those days, and I used to wear her clip-ons when I played dress up. Lordie, but those things pinched like the devil!
Still, if you were gonna play dress up, you needed to do it right, and that meant sporting earbobsĀ and loads of necklacesĀ and lipstick (courtesy of those tinyĀ Avon sampleĀ lippiesĀ that were the perfect size for a childās hands), not to mentionĀ Mamaās old fur coat of dubious provenance, while wobbling dangerouslyĀ inĀ a pair of herĀ stiletto heels. Beauty can be painful, donātchaknow.
It was so much fun playing dress up, pretending to be anyone from a fairytale princess to a pop star to a cowgirl on a wagon train or intrepid explorer traveling through time. Just aā¦
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I love the earbobs, they look like handmade porcelain–are they?
Yes, I believe so!
I used to work at a place where we did ceramics, but we would also fire porcelain jewelry for artists (I was all of eleven, it was my very first job!)–can’t believe I can still recognize them all these years later.
I was looking through my stuff to finish off a piece of jewelry I was making, I found some plastic orchids that look like they used to be earrings. I might just have to make them back into earrings and send them off to the widder Frufru. I happened to have some hats that were my mother in law’s that are just gathering dust, would someone I know like to have them? One is a beauiful amish style.
If you want to send any castoffs you don’t want, what I couldn’t use would be welcome as part of the costume department for our theatre group and the Ritz Players. We operate on such tight budgets, it’s a case of beg, borrow and make it yourself (we try not to steal). š
Boxing up….