Who’s a little badass? Oh my gosh, it is ME! Me, me, ME!
Since the wonderful heads-up writer Rosie Molinary gave me in last month’s Charlotte Observer, I’ve been busy filling orders and haven’t had a lot of time to work on new designs. But in the past few days, I have. And because I’m pathologically wired to tackle the things I find most frustrating, I’ve been working on silver. Or, as I like to call it, gold’s bastard sibling.
What blogosphere? What’s that you say? I’m a badass? You are too kind. You’re right, though. I am.
I would like to point out that this ring has no bad juju. I did not bleed while making it. I did not curse, not even once. I didn’t throw it, and it didn’t try to kill me. This ring and I are friends. Not the kind of best friends who can leave a two-word phone message and have the other know exactly what’s going on and who did what, but the kind of friends who are happy to see each other and catch up, but don’t really keep in touch. And I think that’s an excellent start.
AND, it’s a cool ring. Wicked cool.