Bottle Caps of Ancient Times, Unlikely Jewels -- I have been carefully searching the parking lots where the climbers return from their victories and celebrate (Snow Creek Parking Lot is especially fertile) for smooshed and finely weathered bottle caps. Not sure why, but I love them. For one thing they are a challenge -- no two alike, unpredictable symmetries, gunk, rust and dents, and remnants of logos.
What I like most to do with these treasures is to do a multi-layered resin inlay using bits of this and that, glass beads, rhinestones, shell, old-old faces from 19th C. encyclopedias, text, paint, crackling schmootz, embossing powders, all to create a jewel from the object the rest of you would think quite humble, but which I consider noble. Just imagine if you lived in the bronze age and found one of these babies stuck in the dirt. You would really be ahead of the curve with something more valuable than Scythian gold. That was then. Now, you will be behind the curve, as it were!