photos by vera pashkevich
I've been brainstorming different ways to wear this gold triangle collar thingie ever since I correctly identified it as a necklace at the thrift store the other day. I put it on for the two high-school cashiers working the jewelry case, and they agreed that yes, it is indeed meant for my neck, but probably not for theirs.
This confirms my suspicion that thrift-store employees and I are not on the same wavelength, but perhaps inhabit the same hemisphere.
Also, pieces of weird, inexplicably bent metal = why I love thrifting.