Upcycling

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Bags of beads dissembled from their strings, soon
to be dispatched to Oxfam, that they may sell
and be threaded afresh.

Pendants awaiting examination, findings
laboriously sorted into colour, size and functionality.
Earrings bedecked with gems, bracelets dripping
with jingling charms and shells.

Diamante, painted clay, hearts and stars, creamy pearls and wiry curls.
Repro art deco, retro pop, lots of wood and polished rocks.
Every kind of chain boasting various metals,
rainbow ropes of globules in plastic and glass.

Contemporary, classic and all in-between,
mementoes of places that people have seen,
waste from a spendthrift’s unreachable dream.

Speckled memories of a thousand brief vanities.
Fashion which faded to old hat,
yesterdays mass-produced tat concealing
tepid treasures and better shards of a class,
recently rejected by browsers who briefly scanned
the second-hand display as they walked past,
or maybe unseeing, turned away.

It would be premature
to bin this tarnished beauty, so
my living room has become the last-chance saloon
for unloved jewellery. It’s time
to give it
a new kind of shine.

Let the upcycling begin.

Written for The Daily Post Word Prompt: Premature


Shop sustainably. Buying responsibly recycled/upcycled products cuts down landfill and slows the increase of pollution from mass-production. Also, if you buy from Charity shops, you are furthering their cause as you save money – and then you can donate the goods back to them. Ethical charities that receive donated goods that don’t sell, recycle as much as they can. It’s a win-win situation.


Β©Jane Paterson Basil

34 thoughts on “Upcycling

  1. I’m a charity shop frequenter, especially the MS shop, of course. It was Carole’s Aunty Betty’s funeral yesterday. She was our Ms shop manager for 20 years, Yep I cried heaps, but that’s ok, she deserved every outpouring I had in me. BTW, I love your colourful poem, you put a sparkle in me today xx

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  2. I’ve done more than my fair share of rummaging in Op Shop jewellery boxes – and upcycled the into works of art πŸ™‚ There are some real treasures to be found in you take the time to look.

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    1. I used to create all kinds of art from recycled stuff, but I seem to have lost the drive. I’ll have to pull myself together – or I can send all my bits and pieces to you, and you can send them back re-worked πŸ™‚

      I wish we were neighbours…

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  3. I love your wander through the treasure trove of the charity shop jewellery cabinet. I don’t really wear jewellery, but love the idea of reworking the old. creating something new from something unloved. A sparkling gem of a poem, dear Magpie Jane πŸ™‚

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    1. I never wear any jewellery – not even a watch or a ring, but I have a few pieces hanging on my walls, and my dining chairs are draped with Oxfam cast-offs, duly sorted into colours. That’s as far as I’ve got so far. I think I’ll blame my lack of progress on my stupid, rock-filled gall-bladder. πŸ˜‰

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      1. Oh, no – gallstones? You poor thing. Hope they’re not too awful. I can imagine your flat, draped in jewels, like some Sultan’s palace in miniature, glistening in candlelight, scented with pomegranates … I may be getting carried away πŸ™‚ Hope you feel better soon.

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            1. He’s a handsome fellow with a great sense of humour. He recommends that I inform my readers that I was only joking about his bad temper. before he pecks out my other eye. Please don’t tell him I said that πŸ™‚

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                1. It’s OK. I’ve had a good life. I’d like you to witness my will. I bequeath my socks and the contents of my fridge to my children, the residue in my bin to the vulture and my collection reclaimed buttons to the woman who resides in the song of the shirt. I know I can rely on you πŸ™‚

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                    1. This one doesn’t go far. He just sits on my dining chair all day, staring hungrily at my rabbit, who insolently stares back. Rabbit knows that vulture is a stuffed toy. Vulture doesn’t know that they are both stuffed toys. Rabbit is cleverer than vulture, but only has half the story.

                      I’m painting an image of a batty old hag with a houseful of teddy bears. That’s not who I am. Rabbit and vulture are squatters, and as such I allow them the rights which are refused by our government, although it’s hard to cope with vulture’s aggression and rabbit’s silent disapproval of my mess.
                      πŸ™‚

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                    2. Ha! Lovely. I love the idea of them as squatters who don’t exactly know the full story. You paint a sweetly whimsical picture. I feel you should definitely include them in a short story one day

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