peach emoji & baby yoda resin necklaces:

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behold, my two handmade resin necklaces! one night i did this resin peach emoji necklace & baby yoda resin necklace. one features a peach emoji resin pendant with hot pink jade beads. the aother pink & peach necklace has a baby yoda resin pendant with green aventurine & peach jade beads.

these jade bead necklaces are a fun departure from my usual style. i love the playful energy of the resin pendants, & the addition of jade & aventurine adds a touch of natural beauty. the process of working with color is sometimes meticulous, requiring patience & attention to detail to get the gradient right. i've always had a love for pop culture, & so when i saw my artist buddies offering charms for star wars necklaces & hip shit like a peach emoji necklace — that’s what we kids are into, right? seriously tho, pop culture jewelry design is a really rewarding way to blend my passions.

and the metaphysical benefits! a jade necklace promotes harmony & balance, & aventurine necklaces bring good luck & prosperity. the playful designs add a touch of lightheartedness, reminding the you to enjoy what makes you happy!





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