Let Me Get Something Off My Chest
I cannot make jewelry. Nor do I really like to. There, I said it. The tedium! The knots — oh man, the knots.
I already know this about myself, but nevertheless, I decided to give it a go with a necklace for the wedding.
I found a really cheap clasp on sale and decided it was a sign.
It was a sign . . . that sometimes, you get what you pay for. The clasp really is flimsy and unreliable, but I forged ahead anyway.
I spent several hours of stringing and un-stringing and re-stringing strands of pearls. Lots of arranging and rearranging the two vintage earrings that I have been holding onto for years, waiting for the right project.
After half a day, lots of cursing, a near temper tantrum, and two Big Gingers . . . the necklace was complete! And, I actually kinda liked it.
But guess what? Those two beautiful vintage earrings – the best part, really – were like ninja throwing stars. After wearing the necklace for five minutes I could see this was not working out. Literally, I could see the points of the earrings embedding themselves into my neck.
FAIL. Looks like I’ll be splurging on some wedding jewelry. So, if you have some links to pretty necklaces – or links that show how to tie a proper beading knot – please let me know! On to the next . . .