Sometimes I lurk in thrift stores. On occasion I haunt yard sales and flea markets. My objective? I’m looking for rejects, for the jewelry that people are done with. The broken, tarnished, scratched, odd bits that no one wants anymore.
Last weekend I paid $4 for several small plastic bags of jewelry donated to the local Church sale. When I got home and began untangling the jumble I discovered a sterling silver bracelet and a pair of sterling silver hoop earrings (stamped “Mexico” inside).
The bags also held several gold chains of varying shapes and sizes along with a number of beads and like-new clasps. Another surprise: a bolo tie with a “slider” that will make a beautiful cabochon. Oftentimes these forgotten “treasures” aren’t much to look at but cleaned up they take on a renewed sparkle.
Then there was a delicate rose brooch in a little blue box. I took a closer look at the lettering on the box yesterday: Fenton China – English Bone China. On a whim I googled Fenton China and found that I’d bought myself a “collectible” for the grand price of 25 cents.
The bags do contain some things that aren’t usable, but that’s part of the fun. And being a packrat I will probably keep even these bits, at least for now, until I’m sure I can’t use them.
I love new beads and findings but there’s something about the old pieces that draws me to them. They have their own stories to tell — and some of them are worth sharing again.