My jewelry collection rivaled the best of the best. Silver bangles, braided ribbon, colorful stones. I used to love adorning my arms with shades of blue, green, red.
Each piece told a story or captured a memory. Usually both. The pieces I made most of all. Beads strung on chains of varying width. Glass stones, iridescent gems, charms of all kinds.
I’d scour weekend flea markets for castaway fixings. Kept my treasures in a Ziploc bag. Waiting for just the right mix of ingredients to present the perfect recipe.
I was always fascinated by clasps. Various metals – silver, gold, brass, others. Melted and molded into beautiful machines. Simple and graceful as they drape on delicate wrists.
Lobster claws were the easiest. Quick to latch, quick to take off. Bangles and cuffs lacked clasps enti
