It's amazing what you find when you do a major cleaning! This time around, I came across a whole little bag of sterling wire clasps I vaguely recall making over one weekend at least two years or so ago (this would also explain the 16 gauge sterling wire I have but couldn't remember why I bought...). Not sure why I never used them, so now that I've rediscovered them I'm finally working them into bracelets. I have nearly a dozen new bracelets I'll be loading into my Etsy shop and website over the next few days.
Somedays I do feel like my memory is leaving me. I'm getting more and more scatterbrained. Not sure if it's just a case of my brain being too full or if I'm showing early Alzheimer's symptoms (certainly hope it's not the latter as that's what I lost my grandmother to). Case in point: a couple weekends ago, the girls and I went to the Avondale Arts Festival here in Jacksonville. We stopped at the food booths to get some treats. Olivia wanted ice cream and Sarah wanted a cupcape, and since these were in neighboring booths, I pulled out my wallet to give Livvie $5 to get her ice cream and then I waited in line with Sarah. When it was time to pay for Sarah's cupcake, my wallet was nowhere to be found. I frantically searched my purse (guy next to me said "Dump everything out! That's what my wife has to do!"), looked all over the ground, asked Livvie if she had it, nothing. The cupcake girl said, "Don't you worry, sweetie, you go ahead and take this one on me. Go find your wallet." The girls helped me look and were beginning to panic. Then I found it. Know where it was? Tucked under my arm the entire time. No joke. Does that sound like a woman who is losing it? I felt a little better when the girls said they couldn't see it there either, but hey, it was under MY ARM. You would think I would have felt it, right? It's a thick little wallet, not filled with cash, but rather all my daily lunch haunt frequent visitor cards! But no, it was at least five panicked minutes before I realized the darn thing was tucked under my own arm.
Am I the only one losing her mind?