Recently had my jewelry accepted into a little gallery -- "The Striving Artist."  Upon acceptance, I realized I needed to come up with my own display, so over the course of two evenings, whipped up this little guy:

Finished product (lousy picture; there's not a square inch of blank space in my apartment to serve as a decent backdrop)

Detail of top

The fake ficus before I attacked it.  Seriously, what business did I have owning a fake ficus anyway?  Along with my favorite perfume, the fake ficus belongs to 1987; it was an act of kindness to sacrifice it to the jewelry gods.