Bear with me on the strange title I gave the post.
Once you see the earrings, comprehension will dawn on you the way the sun peacefully dawns on New York City every morning (until the garbage trunk bangs its way onto the street to collect all the trash. If you ever wanted to be frightened out of your slumber, move to this town).
I waffled between this pair and a black beaded pair. Since there were just two sets of these in the shop and they were more unique, I decided on these.
Now that you’ve seen them, the title probably makes more sense to you. They’re made of amber-colored beads and hand from French hooks. The long “tentacles” of beads hang rather stiffly and don’t fold back into place when one wears them.
These cost $12 at the National Museum of the American Indian. I went to the NYC location.