my click

The underbelly of my new stamp looks so much different than what I expected.
Remember when I showed it to you here?

I can't tell you 

 how surprised I was when I started using it this past weekend.   

Totally different than what I thought it would be.  Don't get me wrong, I like it, just
expected it to look different (and much smaller =).
Like the size of the hand on top of the stamp?
Nope, it is much bigger!  Much!

"this is my song"

One more of my newest "watchfulls". 

I am still having big fun with these little encasements,
filling the latest ones with

sweet pictures of my favorite sisters (you know THE ones), 

adding vintage text from an old hymnal, then giving it a light touch of fine silver German glitter.

The next step is an important one for me, and involves movement.

As I take a good look at the tiny collage sitting on my work desk,
I began to ponder the possibilities of inside motion.
I reach up and grab one of the jars that sits on my shelf to the right.

This one is filled with bits and pieces of vintage rhinestones salvaged

from necklaces or bracelets used in other projects.  

I clip a couple of the tiny pieces off with the greatest of

care.  Then I gently place them atop the collage.
Do I like them?  

I may change my mind a time or two, but not this time.
Next, I take the metal front and place it together with the back,
swiveling both pieces until I am satisfied with the position of the bezel.
I turn the piece over onto its face on a wooden dapping block,
and gently tap the back (several times) with my rubber hammer.  I listen for the click.  Actually, it is the feel I am listening for, not the sound.  

It is what happens when the front and back snap perfectly together.  

I turn the "watchfull" over, face towards me...shake it just a bit to hear the tiny rhinestones inside.  

I really like the sound.  Just a little "click" of a sound.

I think .... yes, this is my song.  This is my click.

When it all comes perfectly together.
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This past weekend I brought home a few goodies, as I traveled to
the summer antique show at The Big Red Barn, just outside of  Round Top.
I went to visit friends and pick up some goods from both Theresa, with
Garden Antqs Vintage, and Linda, of Willow's Nest Farm.
And, to visit my good friend, Agnes Strauss, of Wild Weedz.
Agnes strolled me around, introducing me to all her antique buds.  We stopped at a booth of one of her favs, Hector, of Fundustrial.  He comes out of San Antonio, and is at The Texas Rose Show
across from Marburger Farms, during Antique Week.
He made a deal with me on these, and I have had some good ideas rolling around in you know where
as what to do with them.

I love these magnifying lenses.
And, the extra metal rims will make perfect bezels.

Oh, and I love the amber shade of these lenses.

  He had the tiniest Pet Milk cans (less that 1/2") I have ever seen,
ready to become dangles on a pair of earrings!
Love them.
And, then I pulled these out from under a pile of stuff.

My husband said, don't ever take a knife
(the gun measures less than 1-1/2 inches)
to a gunfight.
How about to a two fisted knife fight?
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I have some exciting news, which I will share with you tomorrow =) 
Until then.....