Sometimes a heart takes a beating. It gets broken, torn, exposed to harsh elements, stitched up, and broken again. The rough majesty of an oft-broken and mended heart, like the scars of an ancient and battle-worn blue whale, is what makes it beautiful, fascinating and trustworthy.
These copper hearts by Shannon LeVart have a rich verdigris patina, as if they had lain for centuries in a rain-spattered grotto before being unearthed by a wide-eyed treasure hunter. I've suspended them from rustic copper knots in a burnished chestnut patina, also by Shannon LeVart. They hang from hand-formed copper earwires, each embellished with an amber glass seed bead. You can see more of them HERE, and visit my Etsy shop HERE.
I would have to wear these with something humble, time-honored and built for comfort, like a cozy fisherman sweater:
sturdy and serviceable boots to get me where I need to go (and kick some tuchus):
a favorite pair of jeans that has been there and back, many times:
and a toasty pea coat!
Makes me think of Julianne Moore in Shipping News.
I would also need this with hot coffee in it.
And probably this too.