Write Everything Down

by Susan W. Saltzman, based on Valentines by Shira Lipkin from Interfictions 2.

18" long ball chain necklace
All metal except grommet is 100% sterling silver, oxidized and satin finished.
Handcut and stamped heart charm fitted with brass grommet and hand formed stamped sterling pendant.
Authentic aqua colored sea glass (this particular piece is from Cornwall, England) drilled and hung from silver chain.
Tiny puffy heart charm dangles at tear drop clasp.

This piece will be auctioned off to benefit the Interstitial Arts Foundation at iafauctions.com

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Uploaded: October 18, 2009
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More of my work can be found here: www.stonz.etsy.com Thanks! -Susan


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