Here are the basic steps to making a friendship bracelet, as told by me. Hopefully it's easy to follow, but if you have any questions, you can ...
u kno those rainbow colored anklets/ bracelets some girls wear....they're kinda wide and made out of like colored string...
how do you make those??...u can provide a link if you want...i'm just not sure what to google
Often I get asked, “Please, let me see your bracelet.” I proudly hold out my arm and display my favorite piece of bling. As each person oohhs and aahhs over the charms, my inner happy smiles, for to me it’s an extremely precious bracelet. It contains the essence of the generations for almost 100 years.
There are 13 charms on a gold link wristlet. Each has a tale of its own. Some are happy; others are sad. But each shows facets of the person it represents. The oldest piece is part of a trio of gold disks that are engraved with a child’s initials. Mama’s is from 1912, mine 1936, and my daughter Lucy’s 1966. It was a custom in our family for children to cut their teeth on gold. Each ornament reflects the tiny teeth marks imprinted oh so many years ago.
Mama’s wedding band is slender and dainty like she was, with tiny engraved stars etched on the thin circle. She was so proud of her petite ankles; she wore a gold anklet disk inscribed with her name on one side and her address on the other.
As I glance at the charms I think, “How could I forget the 1954 high school ring?” It’s proof that I’m a graduate soon going off to college. My parents’ plan was to send me to school to get an MRS (Mrs.) degree. I dutifully obeyed, and that’s how it all began with the bracelet and menorah (candle stand) charm over 50 years ago. Joe, a Boston University law student, was totally acceptable as a beau and all was cozy. The bracelet was a serious token of his affection. We were planning the happy day, when along came the war and Joe went off to fight for his country. All serious plans of marriage were cancelled. (I got to keep the bracelet.)
Several charms were added: my high school ring and the gold disk bearing my teeth marks with the engraved initials M.H.G.
Time passed and I met Lucy’s daddy-to-be in London. When he popped the question in 1963, it was the fashion for brides to go to the Silver Vaults deep underground in the “City” (business district) of London to choose their rings and silver patterns. One actually entered into a huge vault with humongous doors that could close and lock. Dealers’ booths lined the aisles. The flash of the polished silver and diamonds gave reflections of brilliant light. Overwhelmed doesn’t begin to describe my reaction as I looked at all the lavish bounty. It felt like I was in Aladdin’s treasure trove. I even thought I heard a slight whisper, “Myrna, Myrna, come here. I’m over here on the glass display case.” Glancing around the vault’s interior, I couldn’t discern the direction of the voice, so I just ignored it. Again I heard, “Myrna, please come here.”
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