I made the clasp for this bracelet in about fifteen minutes flat. As soon as Byrd walked in the door I warped up the stairs and started cutting wire. This was supposed to be a cuff, not a bangle, but I made it too large and the fine silver is too soft for me to wear it as it was. A few days ago I remembered this clasp from an old project, and ta dah, it worked. All that's left is the tumbling.
Have I mentioned that I'm not a morning person? I'm not, and neither is Byrd. I think we have Merrick on a new schedule, 8pm to 8am, and I am beyond excited, though I can't believe 8am feels like sleeping in.
Byrd and I will have a fashion adventure one of the nights this week. He needs a sport jacket for a client/business travel thing he has to do in July. He hates shopping, isn't at all interested in fashion, and asks me questions like "Can I wear chinos with a jacket?" and I have no idea. He's an engineer and wears jeans and a polo to work every day, so does most everyone else, and he's had to ask someone in sales about the proper wardrobe. (Mr. Sales is going to the meeting too.)
I need a fairy godmother because this definitely falls under the "for worse" category in my marriage vows. Maybe I'm exaggerating tiny bit, but truly, it will be a painful hour or so.