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September 21, 2011 / kristindagostino

Lynsay Raine

Lynsay Raine

‘Foundations’ Brass, steel wire, varnish

Latest comment by Hamish (journal)

22-08-11
About the time of the last swap, Ngila, who is doing the costume designs for Mr Pip, fell at work and broke her elbow. With that and the Art Fair this brooch languished in its box.

The X-rays of Ngila’s pinned and plated elbow show a structure very like it.

It stayed in its box.

Late one night Ngila rang to say she was arriving home a day early from location.

When her taxi arrived, I rushed downstairs to help her in.

I knocked the brooch box off my desk.

The brooch demanded to be worn.

It was.

It met Ngila’s elbow and it seemed a circle was happily completed.

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  1. Karl Chitham / Jul 25 2011 6:09 am

    Have returned my brooch but feel a little like I have not done it justice – wearing jewellery is a challenge. Soooo to force myself out of this mindset and to be a little braver I have set myself the goal that I must wear each of the pieces at least once at work and then to at least one event. Lets see how I go.

  2. Karl Chitham / Sep 14 2011 7:56 am

    KC from the journal:

    Someone I work with suggested:
    “It’s very heavy”
    & “Brooches should be worn high – don’t you think?”

    I was initially pretty chuffed with this brooch as it is cold so I could wear it on coats etc. but it actually ended up being a little heavy for my jackets & made holes in my jumper so didn’t get as many opportunities to wear it as I thought it would.

  3. Hamish / Sep 21 2011 9:04 am

    Hamish Keith from journal on 22-08-11
    About the time of the last swap, Ngila, who is doing the costume designs for Mr Pip, fell at work and broke her elbow. With that and the Art Fair this brooch languished in its box.

    The X-rays of Ngila’s pinned and plated elbow show a structure very like it.

    It stayed in its box.

    Late one night Ngila rang to say she was arriving home a day early from location.

    When her taxi arrived, I rushed downstairs to help her in.

    I knocked the brooch box off my desk.

    The brooch demanded to be worn.

    It was.

    It met Ngila’s elbow and it seemed a circle was happily completed.

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