Last Saturday, Small Town had a sidewalk sale like only Small Town can do it. The candy shop, which could have made a killing, wasn't even open much less have treats outside to attract customers. There was a man sitting at a table under a tent apparently selling nothing whatsoever. He just sat there, smiled, and said "hello." The library sold used books at tables set up in front of the heating and cooling business. And in front of one of the finest salons in town was a table full of crap. The employees emptied out their junk drawers, I think, and slapped price tags on the stuff.
I said "hello" to the guy at the table. At the heating and cooling place, I bought a biography of Abigail Adams, and at the salon, I spent $5 on the ugliest necklace you ever saw. It was made of glass beads and wooden beads, and it was covered in dust.
I unstrung the beads and rinsed them off, and then I sat down to make earrings. Vintage, I call them.
The pair with black and white chipped stones is actually from another source. I scoured the local antique store that is large enough to house the Pentagon looking for cheap jewelry that I could disassemble and turn into something new. I found a pair of clip on earrings so old the wires threaded through the stones were brittle and practically rotten. The pair cost me one whole dollar, and I have made two new pair of earrings out of them. Fun. Now I just need someone to buy them from me. Any takers?