Today is C's (my firstborn's) birthday. She'll be 32. How did this happen? I remember feeling her kick, the shell-shock of her first day of kindergarten (mine, not hers), the first time she left home for college, how proud I've been of her over the years. She's ridiculously smart, accomplished, dedicated. When she knows what she wants, she has no problem doing what she needs to to get it, but she doesn't cheat or cut corners. I'm proud beyond words.
I taught myself to make a crimp coil and hook-and-eye clasp. I'm sure I'll get better with practice, and it makes the finished product more handmade.