Here's a beautiful way to show your colors. My sculptured American Flag Bow Pin is enameled in the colors of Old Glory. Tiny twinkling stars rise out of the blue ribbon and red enamel stripes alternate with crystal stripes. Crystal stones cover the upper bow. Looks like a little piece of vintage Americana and you'll love wearing it almost every day as a symbol of pride and confidence in America. On jeans, black velvet, your jacket or your hat, it's a reminder to others to love and protect America.   Proceeds from the sale of our American Bow is donated to causes which directly benefit veterans and their families. 
Size: 2" wide x 1.25" vertical.  Safety catch pin closure. Made in our Los Angeles, CA USA studio

The inspiration behind designing this pin:
Every year in the 1960s, on the day before the 4th of July, the principal of my elementary school, Mr. Lyons, called for  an “assembly.”  It was a welcome break from laboring over long division problems or practicing cursive. The bell rang, all pencils dropped. We marched out to the steamy tar playground in a double line, holding the hand of another classmate. (I don't know why I always got Shorty Martin’s sweaty grip.) The procession was accompanied by a record player blaring “Stars and Stripes Forever.” As we marched in formation, my pal, Vicki Reynolds could be heard singing the silly version of the lyrics. Snickers rippled through the line until a teacher shushed us. When the entire school was assembled outside, the music stopped and Mr. Lyons tapped the microphone.  He was a large man who modulated his deep voice to win the attention of children. He was stately, yet fatherly.
On this particular day, there was no history lesson about 1776. Instead, he asked us to think about what made us glad to be Americans. “Free speech,” a sixth-grader yelled out. “Free newspapers,” offered another boy. “You mean free press,” his teacher corrected. The concept of freedom was too advanced for me, a seven year old.  I did understand gladness about the occasion and that every year, the July sun was hot, the trees were flowering and that ice cream would signal the end of the assembly. As simple as those perceptions were, we who live in freedom may indulge in these, life’s simple joys, untroubled by the fears and burdens that afflict millions of the world’s people persevering under oppressive regimes.
Although I am well into the complicated life of the typical American adult, on July 4th, every year, I ponder the momentous American tenets of freedom and independence. The meaning of the 4th is so powerful, that, without having experienced its polar opposite, I grasp its substance by reveling in the warmth of the sun and the taste of ice cream on Independence Day.

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