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.d. Penny for your Thoughts: Custom Penny Earrings

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Published: Jan 8, 2012

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Description

Once a stranded US penny, this piece of quirky jewelry is just right for anyone with steampunk or metal-inclined tastes. Each penny is different, so some may start out shinier then others, gaining an antique look as they oxidize.

This is custom made per order, so let me know (a) how low you want it to hang from your ear, (b) what colour beads you'd like, (c) if you want beads at all, (d) if you've a shiny-preference.
Make it your signature accessory, or give a great, unique gift!

Made of pennies, steel wire.
While I normally only ship within the US, if you're interested but live outside of the US, please note me! Oh, shoot me a note if you've any other questions as well.

Available for purchase, 13 USD. Like what you see? Stop by my Etsy store. [link]

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Image size

3696x2824px 3.66 MB

Make

Panasonic

Model

DMC-FH20

Shutter Speed

10/1250 second

Aperture

F/3.3

Focal Length

5 mm