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Way back in 2017 I made a crazy quilt bag and added to it this lizard bling brooch that I used to wear when I was young and crazy. I ended up giving away the bag as a work sample, but I ended up regretting it because I loved that brooch.

Ever since then I've been looking for another. Since it was mass-produced, inexpensive costume jewelry (I couldn't afford anything else when I was a youngster) I thought I'd have a slim shot at finding it or something very similar, so for five years I've been doing random searches for lizard brooches and looking.

Guess what.

I found the exact same brooch.

It's the same. Really. Even the little eyes are black glass, just like the original.

Not giving away this one!

Comments

nightsmusic said…
Yay for you!! I have something I've been searching for for a long time too. I'll probably never find it, but you are a great example of 'never give up.'
Maria Zannini said…
You and I are so alike. I too had a little lizard broach that I loved. Mine was pewter and similar in shape to the green anoles we have in Texas. Wish I knew where it was. :o)

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