This winter time I spend as jewellery maker. All my friends bring me their broken bijouterie stuff. And I pick it all as new earrings, brooches and necklace. Very calmative and meditative pastime, I want to say. Especially, when on the street is so slushy, that I have no one mind about walking.
This one from grandmother's broken brooch, she is on the photo (grandmother I mean), flea market pendаnt, chains and beads, and pieces of my old paper work.