These people were making and wearing jewelry 125,000 years ago. And what's more, the shells were not local; they had come from hundreds of miles away. I just cannot imagine what meaning that strand of shells had for those people, but they pull me back through the millenia that separate me from that child and his mother. I fell asleep on the couch and had a dream about making a necklace of shells, specifically a shard of clam shell that I found on the beach near my house that I had been practicing my hole drilling skills on. No wire. Only plant fiber.
My dream necklace involved quite a lot of macrame but my attempts were rather pathetic. Need to revive those old hippie skills. I think I'll dig out my old macrame books and get some softer material and redo this. The hemp has a mind of its own.
|clam shell amulet necklace, close up|