I like to pretend my bones are made of gypsum, laying stalwart and slender beneath my skin, like cattails in deep ditches alongside country roads. I imagine, when I was knit together in my mother’s womb, the hand of God carved delicate roses into my femurs, poppies on the wings of my pelvis, the profile of a horse of joy drawn carefully on my anvils, deep in my ears. Creeping up my tibias are curling and unfurling ferns and across my ribs, nasturtium; bright eyed and unfolding. It only seems right to see the alabaster bones of my body as art, created with imagination; dreamed up by divinity.
For your alabaster bones, I’ve created a necklace of organic decadence. It’s composed of sterling silver, pearls and enameled copper. The pendant is composed of a pierced and enameled cabochon, in the palest pink, that has been bezel set. Inside this bezel setting is a second bezel set pearl that peeks out through the pierced portion of the main cabochon. The pendant hangs from wire wrapped pearls that terminate at a hand crafted toggle clasp. The entire piece has been oxidized black for maximum contrast and the back of the pendant bears my maker’s mark.
Demure.
Ladylike.
The perfect accessory to your alabaster bones...
