Christmas Tchotchke

           I was digging through my hall closet the other day, when I came across a large jar of old, vintage jewelry, and from the look that I imagined was on my face,  it was as if Christmas had come a bit early because there were quite a few necklaces and brooches that were in very good condition, and I love wearing vintage.  I decided I wanted to do something fun with the rest of the pieces, and that's when I remembered that way out back, in an obscure corner of of our yard, is an old rabbit hutch
, hidden by overgrown Hackberry trees and Trumpet Vine.  The cage, of course, still had wire stapled to it, so I quickly  made an appeal to my husband, knowing that the window for him to be so agreeable before the evening news began was short,  to remove some of the wire and cut out a large circle for me, which, he glady, in my mind, anyway, did.  After, I bent the wire, working carefully to avoid any gashes to my hands or wrists, to form the shape of a cone, or tree to be exact.
Next, I poured out all the  treasures I found, onto the kitchen table and began to wire each piece to the tree:

I had a spool of jewelry wire that I used to wire each piece with, a round silver platter, a bag of small seashells,  found at a resale shop, and a string of white lights, I finished my Christmas tree: