So, I'm the OTHER gypsy, Marie. I was recently in London visiting my youngest who is studying theatre in the land of Shakespeare. Absolutely no question that while there, I would need to hunt down some vintage jewels for our Gilded Gypsies journey, so I planned a little excursion to the Spitalfield's Market which is devoted only to antiques on Thursdays. I'll say, what a fabulous place! Thank goodness, I'm not a millionaire or I'd have had to purchase another suitcase to bring it all home! Sadly, my modest income only allowed me to purchase a small baggie of trinkets.
I found these wonderful vintage pocket watch keys which are perfect for earrings. I've used a couple in the eclectic pair of earrings below. They have been combined with Victorian brass buttons, brass filigree hearts and some perky little rhinestones.
The mother of pearl disc in the necklace to the left was another Spitalfield's treasure. It says "Lourdes", which I feel certain means it made its way over from France. I have mounted it on a brass Art Deco setting, chosen double chains for the piece and added a Victorian button and a vintage pearl drop. I think it's simply divine!
Here are my other finds, attendance medals from the early 1900s which were awarded to one, J. Morrison and a pair of military uniform embellishments. So very British! And my favorite, a miniature trophy that stands less than 1.5" tall. Probably a story there. No need to pant over it, I'll not be parting with it...........death will take me first.
Selling our creations sometimes feels like we're parting with our children! Especially when the elements have such dear memories attached. I am learning to not be so very selfish and let go of my babies (quietly sniffling).
Okay, so I am keeping the cuff bracelet I made from a *********** and button I bought at Spitalfield's. Sorry can't say what it was, trade secret that Anne (the head gypsy) will fuss at me for sharing. With all that said, please come visit us at The Gilded Gypsies on Etsy where we are indeed letting go of the other pieces mentioned above. ......Sigh, my children (open weeping).