Lydia's Revenge the continuing story of Lydia's adventure into Steampunk Aviation

Lydia has the music playing on the victrola, a fast paced tune to keep up her speed as she swiftly sets the last gears in place.



Lydia's Revenge
Lydia was fascinated by these crazy flying machines, she couldn't keep her mind on the house work. She'd been working on this motor since everyone left this morning, trying to get done so she could make them dinner on their return. It was only a matter of time now before she could step out to the barn, spread her wings, then step from the roof, confident they will hold her weight, allowing her to soar with the wind.

Steampunk brooch or can be adjusted into a pendant and necklace.

Making story jewelry

I love making jewelry with a story.  They don't come together right away, you have to search out each element, details count.   When it's finished you feel like you did something;  I get bored just string beads, there has to be a bit of a challenge or I'm bored.

She's a quiet woman, goes about her life, but in the dead of night, dressed in a little black dress, heeled boots and a scarf around her hair she places the necklace around her neck. Everything she needs is hanging from the chain. They're small, but they work. Who would suspect a stylish woman with a chunky necklace? The discs containing the files placed in full view, a small Lugar with three bullets, several smaller guns, each with one bullet, the key to locker at the station....some of the things she'll need to complete the mission.


Assemblage necklace with an old miniature Lugar gun, vintage pearls, charms, vintage watch parts, old skeleton key, vintage blue drop. Please view the pics for all the fun stashed on this charmed story necklace.

THE TRANSFORMATION OF LYDIA

LYDIA finally finished the wings, took them to the highest point in Philadelphia, the William Penn statue above city hall. She stepped out on his shoulder, wings in place. Taking a deep breath, raising her arms high and wide above her head, she slowly leaned forward into the wind. Sweeping down among the windowed buildings she knew it was going to work, a breeze coming up Market Street caught her from below, lifting up, up over North Broad street, over the Masonic Temple,still higher. People below pointing and gasping... sweeping around the square coming to rest gracefully on the Eagle statue at John Wanamaker's. A rush ran through her blood, she felt transformed, looking down, the white feathers were no longer connected by wires, but actually growing in beautiful rows up her arms, an arc of downy wings. She was becoming flight. A silver bird with the patina in place, watch gears and parts, a small brass top hat. The number 6 on her chest is an 1800's tin tobacco tag. Part of the chain is made up of an old rosary.

The owl and the pussycat went to sea in a beautiful pea green boat steampunk necklace

The owl and the pussycat went to sea in a beautiful pea-green boat..... I loved that poem when I was a child. Here's the steampunk version!