Then there are those pieces that are not so shiny. Lately I have been attracted to the old and broken. Lone earrings. Broken necklaces. Then I got lucky enough recently to be allowed to play in an old tool shed. Oooh, I felt like a kid in a candy store. I got a little sack of goodies to bring home to my nest. Skeleton keys. Funky shaped washers. Bits of bike chain. All sorts of rusty, dusty treasures. I could have stayed there all day. I borrowed a few old tools just to take more time to look at them more carefully, they truly fascinate me. There are pieces that I took that I will never alter, like an old pocket watch.
So I now am looking for more things like I found in that tool shed. Now my eye turns to places I never thought to look before. The hardware store. The attic. So now I am in a magpie state of mind....who knows what treasures I will find. Guh. I blame the recent resurgence of Dr Seuss in my house for that last part.