Two years ago I got this watch in honor of working at the WoFfice for 5 years. It’s a Swiss Army watch, very handy for timing things and, well, telling time. But the band is a functional, but not very exciting, brown leather.
At least, it was. A couple days ago the band busted. I use that word advisedly; the buckle plumb came apart as I tried to put it on. It was paint-splattered and kind of boring anyway, so I wasn’t exactly heartbroken. This was clearly my opportunity to do something more fun.
Meanwhile, I wandered over to the square of my fair city for the annual Christmas hooha. I bought a gift, found a rug I wanted, winced over the live music—I’m guessing their monitors were not working; surely that many people cannot be that flat all the time–and wandered into this place:
It’s a shop full of beads. Strings and strings and strings of beads–freshwater pearls, turquoise, all kinds of semi-precious stones, and miscellaneous rocks. Wandering through this treasure trove, I was struck with an idea: maybe these stones and my watch could get together.
So I mentioned my idea to the lady behind the counter, pulled out my watch to show her, and she thought I was on to something.
No, seriously, Joanne (the jewelry maker at the shop) told me to sit down, cut me some wire, and set me to threading beads.
Sometimes a broken whatever is an opportunity for something better.