Behind the Times

My friend E is into the whole steampunk thing. I've been thinking about making some jewellery for her. I had this old watch. It's not worth replacing the battery on the off chance that it would still work. So I was dreaming about pulling out the little cogs and wheels to string into something interesting. Taking the back off proved to be a challenge. And then I found this.

Obviously I'm sadly behind the times! Watches no longer contain watch parts. That would explain why they're no longer worth fixing. And why replacing the battery and band costs more than the watch itself. Maybe if I'd thought about it a little more I wouldn't have made that particular mistake. Oh well . . .

 

Tell me, has this been the case ever since I stopped having to wind my watch daily? Any suggestions about where I could find some interesting little cogs without spending a lot of money on a vintage watch just to pull it apart?

Freaky

My mad-scientist-pretty-princess-teenage friend E has had a little bit of airtime on this blog recently. Perhaps it's because her taste has that interesting little twist. Or maybe it's the fact that she's so vocally enthusiastic about what she likes. So much so that I find myself making things that freak me out just a little.

I bought the plastic skull beads from Charly last weekend with E in mind. When I was talking with her about how she'd like me to use the spare eyeballs--would you believe hair clips?--I told her about the skull beads too. Her request was for earrings. Oh, and a necklace or a charm bracelet if there are enough left over. . . Red and black seemed a natural choice, but I wasn't prepared for how much impact the little silver spacers would add to the arrangement. Considering I received links to a couple of steampunk blogs from E yesterday, I think I might just be on the right track with those. Now I must pop the earrings in a little envelope and label them carefully. I really don't want to keep looking at them!

Note to self: E's older sister is much less vocal about her preferences, but she likes blue shiny things and stars--so much less freaky for me to make. I must remember to indulge her soon too.