Jumping Through (productive) Hoops

Thanks you guys! What a great response to all that drivel in my last post. I am going with Moo for those of you who offered the suggestion, I've had cards from them before and I cannot resist their silky slick sexiness. Luxury cards! I'm still mulling over what I'll use image wise, but fear not you will be kept updated. 

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Here's some big ass hoops. Not hoops for your ass, hoops for your ears. We say 'arse' in Australia. They're up in the Sparrow Salvage shop because I'm taking a big break from jewelry (as if that wasn't obvious, miss haven't made anything new for like 2 months) and concentrating on getting down my stash of both vintage/antique things, beads I'll never use (even if I do go back to makies) and all these little handmade bits n bobs that people will no doubt find useful. 

 These are cool- I cut them from tin which I painted, and the rust came though, then I heated one to see what that would do and it went all dark, but I didn't heat the other one because I can't find my mini blow torch I like them unmatching like this. Non matching. Mis matched. That.

 I'm working on getting more up- I have some bead soups to come as well as all kinds of bits n pieces which I'll be listing in Fagin's Daughter, so SS will just be about handmade supply. I still like making up these hoops and cluster charms and what-have-you, it's only when I look at it and think 'all I have to do is put a bead on there and a hook on it' that my brain starts throwing things and screaming. I'm not sure what I did to get to the point where the thought of making jewelry makes my brain scream, I suppose not stopping when I first felt I should might be a part of it.

Here's a picture of my new bedroom wall- I've been wanting to hang this collection for ages now, and finally I have the space to do it. From left- 1930s dancing shoes used by my mother during her theatre career, a peach coloured slip belonging to my grandmother, an amazing handmade 1960s pink satin gown with white dotty chiffon overlay- that was my mum's wedding dress (got to find the flower crown that goes with it), big long silver glitter space princess dress from the 1970s that has no family connection (though mum was a fashion model in the 60s so you never know, she might've known the designer!) and a 1930s top which belonged to my grandmother. Oh and a 'straw' boater hat which is actually made of polystyrene, it has a paper band on it that says 'Gay Nineties Music Hall' which was a theatre restaurant back in the 1970s. For some reason I get a huge kick out of 1960s and 1970s Victorian stuff. It's like taking something elegant and classy and throwing a cream pie in it's face.