We searched around the tiny Thai restaurant where we'd eaten lunch and the upscale consignment store where I tried on a few things (but bought none). Nowhere to be found. That night as I was undressing for bed, I peeled off my bra and there it was - the copper top. My modest decolletage had trapped it.
To avoid having a pendant malfunction again, I cut out a larger copper donut, created a nice rich patina and then drilled holes for tiny brass screws. Fortunately, the rim of the drum was just wide enough for a small drill hole. That'll keep the thing on. And I like the result in this 6th - or is it more? - iteration of the original pendant I made in Celie Fago's polymer clay and PMC class.
From the pendant on the left to the above right pendant in six pain-in-the-neck steps that were each a learning experience, or at least that's what I tell myself to justify the time it took to get to my vision for the piece.
