I mentioned I was wearing earrings again after a seven-year baby-to-second-grader hiatus? The Franz Kafka/Felice Bauer ones are on the verge of too heavy to wear but I like how they swing around and hit you in the cheek if you turn your head too fast. The James Joyce/Nora Barnacle ones were on shorter chains but I took them off because I was going to make a necklace(s) out of them. Someday I’ll get around to it.
Both pairs were made by my old upstairs Brooklyn neighbor, Ina Archer. She was taking a jewelry making class when she made these for me; I paid her $35 each for them in 1989. (She made Colette/Nabokov earrings for herself. The woman has good taste.) I wonder how much longer the photocopied portraits are going to hold up?