Tuesday, 19 July 2011

The faithful Anchor.

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off- then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. 

Herman MelvilleMoby Dick

(StayGoldMaryRose 'Pequod Pendants')

Here are some of my pendant designs from a while ago named after the whaling ship in Moby Dick. Vintage blue china anchors with shell and laurel crests. Patiently and lovingly hand cut, filed, sanded and sealed from a vintage china naval wall plate. 

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