Somewhere between Paris and Incheon, my trusty camera got crunched in the overhead compartment, and I am having trouble getting through to the insurance company. I guess after the wild weather and flooding there are lots of people in Queensland with bigger problems than mine.
I have been busy making some new one-of-a-kind brooches and such, and I've resorted to snapping away with my little mobile phone, whose name starts with i and ends with phone.
This brooch is made from an errant earring, a lone diamante, and a few snippets of old lace. There is also a watchface, shyly turned away. There's something about these old and broken watches, they seem to carry some import beyond themselves. Perhaps the time they kept has stayed with them, somehow.