Inappropriate workshop attire and other stories

I wore a string of vintage pearls today.



I had them tucked in safely behind my workshop apron.  They are perfectly graded in minute increments from 7mm on the drop to 3.5mm at the nape.

They belonged to my Grandmother.  When she passed on they were passed on to me.

They are a rosary of memories.

Elsewhere today I enjoyed considering, along with JR (a semi-anonymous French street artist), whether Art can change the world.



I have signed up for his Inside Out project.  Now all I need to do is figure out where I'm going to paste my picture!