I picked up the most amazing strand of chunky amber some years ago, in Wyoming. It's hung in my studio, being admired and fondled, for a long time...waiting for the right moment to come alive.
You'd think that, living with hiker/camper men, I would know my way around but I've got to be one of the most directionally challenged people I know. Maybe that's why these old compasses appealed to me. They remind me of woodsy trails and moonlit evenings.
I have to credit this sweet girl (Amy, on the left...Pam on the right) with inspiring me to do something with these vintage compasses. When I got to see her at Adorn Me, Amy was wearing a most beautiful compass necklace (of her own creation) that I wish I'd taken the time to get to know better.
The focal for this piece is a vintage brass Russian compass....beautiful patina...goes just right with the rough amber.
I say the compass is "vintage" but I'm thinking it's probably an antique.
...and a sterling toggle clasp finishes things off nicely.