Another day in the pits and I just can't write that again today. Instead, I'll tell you about Greg's bracelets.
I think I've mentioned that I make bracelets. If not... I make bracelets. Currently, they're mainly leather bracelets.
A couple years ago, I told Greg that I needed a tester - someone to wear a bracelet... hard. He rolled his eyes and just said something like...
"Mother. Reallly? A bracelet? With construction guys? I'll never hear the end of it."
Laughing, "You can do it, Greg! Just for a couple weeks. I really need to see what happens if someone is rough with the bracelets."
"Two weeks. That's it." He sounded tough but he was smiling. He had a hard time telling me "no" about anything.
He stopped by after work to tell me that if he didn't love me so much, he'd have gotten rid of the bracelet by lunchtime. The "guys" all made fun of him - all day. I can only imagine what they said. He was laughing, though, and said he'd wear it a couple more days at least. Good.
By the third or fourth day, he walked in with a scrap of paper in his hand - grinning.
"I need two size 7 1/2 and one size 8." The "guys" decided maybe those bracelets were pretty cool after all. We both laughed.
The first bracelet I made him was made from Python skin with an antique silver magnetic clasp. It was a nice looking bracelet. I guess I wasn't the only one who thought so.
And that's how it started. Within four or five months, he was wearing five or six at a time - four on one hand - two on the other.
Michael sells the leather and so he always has scraps and ends. Greg loved to go through the scraps and find things he liked. Because Greg had to know how to do everything, he insisted on making bracelets - which, of course led to designing bracelets. Anything that Greg did, he did completely. He wanted to master everything.
This is a bracelet that Greg recently designed. I love the bracelet, but there's lot of math to get all of the pieces and parts placed correctly. He wrote it down for me, so that I could make them.
He had several favorite clasps and leathers that wore best for work. (He also had "dress" bracelets that he saved.) He loved his bracelets!!
Every couple weeks, he'd come back and tell me he "lost" a couple bracelets and needed a few more and he'd pick what he wanted - I'd make them - and he'd pick them up. I was happy to make him as many as he wanted, but I was curious about how he lost them. He almost seemed amused that he lost bracelets. He chose the clasps that were the most secure and told me they never came apart. So... what was up?
He lived several different places over the past two years and so I chalked it up to that. He must have left some in each place.
When he died, I cried and thought,.. "Who will wear my bracelets???"
At the funeral home before we went to the cemetery, I noticed that Greg's youngest son, Matt, had on four of Greg's bracelets - two on each arm. I asked him if he was wearing them because they were his dad's. He said that he was, but that he just really liked the bracelets.
Matthew told me, laughing, "Every time Dad would leave one on a table, I'd take it. I have a lot of his bracelets."
Last week I sent him a new bracelet. He said he loved it.
Matt will wear the bracelets.
I think I've mentioned that I make bracelets. If not... I make bracelets. Currently, they're mainly leather bracelets.
A couple years ago, I told Greg that I needed a tester - someone to wear a bracelet... hard. He rolled his eyes and just said something like...
"Mother. Reallly? A bracelet? With construction guys? I'll never hear the end of it."
Laughing, "You can do it, Greg! Just for a couple weeks. I really need to see what happens if someone is rough with the bracelets."
"Two weeks. That's it." He sounded tough but he was smiling. He had a hard time telling me "no" about anything.
He stopped by after work to tell me that if he didn't love me so much, he'd have gotten rid of the bracelet by lunchtime. The "guys" all made fun of him - all day. I can only imagine what they said. He was laughing, though, and said he'd wear it a couple more days at least. Good.
By the third or fourth day, he walked in with a scrap of paper in his hand - grinning.
"I need two size 7 1/2 and one size 8." The "guys" decided maybe those bracelets were pretty cool after all. We both laughed.
The first bracelet I made him was made from Python skin with an antique silver magnetic clasp. It was a nice looking bracelet. I guess I wasn't the only one who thought so.
And that's how it started. Within four or five months, he was wearing five or six at a time - four on one hand - two on the other.
Michael sells the leather and so he always has scraps and ends. Greg loved to go through the scraps and find things he liked. Because Greg had to know how to do everything, he insisted on making bracelets - which, of course led to designing bracelets. Anything that Greg did, he did completely. He wanted to master everything.
This is a bracelet that Greg recently designed. I love the bracelet, but there's lot of math to get all of the pieces and parts placed correctly. He wrote it down for me, so that I could make them.
He had several favorite clasps and leathers that wore best for work. (He also had "dress" bracelets that he saved.) He loved his bracelets!!
Every couple weeks, he'd come back and tell me he "lost" a couple bracelets and needed a few more and he'd pick what he wanted - I'd make them - and he'd pick them up. I was happy to make him as many as he wanted, but I was curious about how he lost them. He almost seemed amused that he lost bracelets. He chose the clasps that were the most secure and told me they never came apart. So... what was up?
He lived several different places over the past two years and so I chalked it up to that. He must have left some in each place.
When he died, I cried and thought,.. "Who will wear my bracelets???"
At the funeral home before we went to the cemetery, I noticed that Greg's youngest son, Matt, had on four of Greg's bracelets - two on each arm. I asked him if he was wearing them because they were his dad's. He said that he was, but that he just really liked the bracelets.
Matthew told me, laughing, "Every time Dad would leave one on a table, I'd take it. I have a lot of his bracelets."
Last week I sent him a new bracelet. He said he loved it.
Matt will wear the bracelets.
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