Handmade Wooden Jewelry Now At Faces
I sat alone on a Caribbean beach, watching the sun sink slowly into the sea. My martini had sadly gone warm and as I turned to get another I was confronted by a man wearing a backpack the wrong way round.
“Ma’am,” he began, eyes shifting left to right as if he had a secret to hide. “Want to see what’s in my bag?”
Before I could object, his hand move swiftly along the zipper and the bag flopped heavily open. I shut my eyes tight, preparing to guard against any onslaught of perversion.
A long and uncomfortable moment passed before the man cleared his throat with meaning. So taking up my courage I carefully opened one eye just a bit… and was pleased to find that his bag only contained an open box. Within the box, painted in lovely colors hung, a beautiful array of earrings.
“Hand made?” I asked stepping closer and dragging my tan fingers through my sun bleached hair with intrigue.
“Yes, Ma’am, and of all renewable sources. ” He said with pride.
“Renewable!” I exclaimed. “You operate a green business!”
“Indeed, we use only native, non endangered plant fibers such as coconut shell and palm wood. ”
“Amazing! And for how long have you been making these beauties?”
“My family and friends have been making them for more than fifty years. ”
“No… you don’t look a day over thirty!”
“I work out,”
“Say there, how would you like to sell these marvels to faraway lands, like Northampton?” I purposed.
“Northampton…” he repeated softly, his eyes glistened with joy, “They say that’s a paradise city.”
“And dreams come true in paradise, son. So, we have a deal?” I asked holding out my hand.
“We do, Ma’am, we do!” he said as we shook in partnership.
“Brilliant!”
