Some time ago I bought a pair of earrings in a shop of jewel. I tore. It was about two small phials filled with slices of kiwi in polymer clay.
At home, I emptied a phial, decanted a part of its contents in the other phial and I tidied up the rest.
I've made plenty of candies to fill the empty phial (and I made a donut too, no reason, just to see).
I so obtained this pair of earrings so sweety.
But the problem is, a beautiful spring day, by removing my shoulder bag, I hung on the kiwi earring. I found myself with a small tooth dangling in the ear, and on all fours in a park to find the missing part. I looked for a long time.
RIP little earring.
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