Whistling Wolf

I had a fascination with whistles when I was a kid. Growing up in LA in the 80s, my mom would bring a whistle on our evening walks - a precursor to pepper spray? Though I doubt anyone who heard our whistle would come to our defense. I typically walked around the block with the whistle in my mouth - so any breath exerted with physical activity was emphasized with that shrill sound.

The girl who whistled wolf? Yes, that was me.

I love little statement necklaces like these. Though they're completely functional, they're nice to look at too. XO

from doubledutch Boutique