The things on my wrists today. The watch is what I refer to as my maternity watch, the one I turned to when my wrist became to bloated to fit into the metal wristband of my then-favored watch. To replace the original band, a worn-through woven tape thing, I strung a wrist-sized circumference of elastic through a scrap of fabric. It's now my go-to watch when the rest of my day's attire is on the bleak side. The bracelets are simple metal rounds, strung up with sashiko emroidery thread in a macrame-like maneuver. I'd seen something similar online, and it reminded me of when I was little, wrapping lengths of string around pencils and other things I had at my disposal. Such was the excitement of my childhood.
