Bathing Beauty Charm Bracelet
The Fourth of July is the star of the summer. But you never hear anything about the fifth of July (which is why it's not capitalized :). You know. When the smoke from the sparklers has cleared and swimsuits and citronella are seventy-five percent off. Maybe it's because I live at the beach and waited for what seemed like an eternity amid angry mobs of day-trippers at the local Acme to pay for some lemons. But there's no denying that there's a certain relief that comes when the fanfare and crowds have evaporated, and the sun-steamed world is restored to sweet peace. After all, peace is the essence of summer. They don't call them the hazy, lazy days for nothing.
Rosalie shore seems to think so. What's that you say? Who the heck is Rosalie? Why, the 1950s femme fatale figure dangling so fetchingly from this Bathing Beauty Charm Bracelet. A siren of swimming pool cool, she also appears on the matching Bathing Beauty Charm Necklace that I made last December. I remember that it was the Christmas season because a) I mentioned Manchester by the Sea in my post, and b) because I said so here.
But I digress.
Simply stated, this Bathing Beauty Charm Bracelet was begging to be made. Because a necklace without a bracelet is like a queen without her king, a rodeo clown without his bronco, or Guy Fieri without a hunk of pork butt. In other words, unthinkable. What's more, this particular bracelet will be a not-so-secret free gift for the lucky lady (or lad!) who buys the Bathing Beauty Charm Necklace. So, I'm celebrating the Fifth of July (now is the time for capitalization) with peace and, yes, primo pieces. Even though I once said that calling my creations "pieces" was precious and pretentious and probably a whole host of other icky "p" words. Still, as always, that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make for the sake of sound wordplay.
Just as Rosalie is willing to sacrifice a serious acting career by playing pinup.