Once upon a time, in a different life really, I worked in theatre. One of my favorite productions during a season of summer rep, was Thorton Wilder's Pulitzer Prize winner, By The Skin of Our Teeth. In the first act there, which takes place during an impending ice age, the family bird was a pterodactyl. I became obsessed with pterodactyls for years after that. Someone in the props shop even sewed me one for opening night. It was pink satin with purple and black paisley wings. Hmm, I wonder if it's still in my mom's garage... But I digress...
This display really called out to me. I loved the ancient jewelry but also the play of earth tones against the Agean blue background.
My sister and the two oldest looking at skeletal remains.
And lastly, my favorite peeps!
I did look for the knitting but, shockingly, neither prehistoric animals or Native Americans knit!