This necklace is another example of the fripperies I find when I'm tootling along down by the river at the bottom of our village - a shard of pottery, once adorning someone's table. I like to think it's a piece of a mug, or a teapot, and of the yarns spun over the brew. Tumbled and smoothed and softened by its journey along the bed of the River Wear, it's been brought home with me and wrapped with copper, soldered with lead-free solder, and strung on a thick piece of dark brown leather rope.
The shard measures 4cm at its highest point and 2cm at its widest. The leather rope is choker-length, but I can certainly be persuaded to hang it on a longer length, or on waxed cotton if you prefer. You need only ask.
Fastened with a lobster clasp.
And supplied in a little gift box.
Any questions, please just ask. I'm happy to help.