I'm a chronic beachcomber. I grew up on the coast in southern California, and always had at least one jar full of "perfect" stones that I found down by the water. Last time I went home I picked up a bunch of awesome shell bits and pieces which I laid out and stared at forever, figuring out how I wanted to puzzle them together. I used my Dremel to drill the holes, then tied each of the shells together with leather cord I bought at Mendel's up on Haight.
3 June 2017
Mission Fabrics in SF sells little ziplock baggies of leather scraps, and probs every third time I go I'll buy one; now have a pretty large sack full of seriously irregular offcuts and discards. This collection was generously beefed up by my friend Amy, who makes beautiful leather and canvas goods for her Good West Co. brand. I dug in and pulled out a handful of pieces to play around with, and glued them together for this necklace; was super stoked when I realized I could drill a hole through the thick, rigid leather with my new Dremel, which made it super easy to link everything together with jumprings.
2 June 2017
I can't remember where I found this perfect little flat stone, but I do know I picked it up because it looked like a foam finger. I've transferred it between various jars of treasures over the years and when it recently resurfaced I was like: 'Fuck it. I'm making this official.' I drew the hand in pencil, then went over the lines with a black acrylic marker. The pin back I glued to the flipside only partially covers the big blob of ink I made on my first try.