I've been wanting to do a regular, somewhat-weekly post featuring my ever-growing collection of brooches. I really have a hard time leaving the house without wearing a brooch, so I figured this would be a good way to share my obsession, and inadvertently make sense of my brooch-making habits. I searched high and low for the perfect brooch pun, and I finally found it. So from now on, these somewhat-weekly posts will be titled: Brooch the Subject. heehee. Because, well, it is! the subject, I mean.
This one, I found at the Goodwill, during it's annual "western day" sale. (and, yeah, I request off work for it, so what?) I have found many a vintage western shirt and leather satchel during western day. This year, I expanded my search to the jewelry display, where it was pure madness. People pushing, yelling, and "aggressively perusing" as I like to call it. Lucky for me, what I find super-amazingly-awesome and extra-neato, most people consider quite hideous. (more kitschy goodness for me!) And then, there it was. Hiding in plain sight. The moment I saw it, I knew it was meant to be...
I'd like to introduce you to my little wooden horse:
I think this might be my favorite brooch, ever. He looks like he wants to be your friend, but he also looks like he might want to snack on you later. I especially love that his head is a completely separate piece from his body, and I like his sarcastic little elbow nudge - it's both endearing, and mildly threatening, haha.