Yes, I'm still making the recycled paper bangles, thank you for asking. Here's my latest, featuring a Robert Frost poem fragment, the last two lines of "The Black Cottage".

"There are bees in this wall." He struck the clapboards,

Fierce heads looked out; small bodies pivoted.

We rose to go. Sunset blazed on the windows.

The Chekov bangle

Well, I promise that this isn't going to turn into the All-Bracelets-All-The-Time blog, but I just wanted to share this one.


The text wraps around a couple of times and reads, "I used to sit in the evenings at the open window, lonely and alone; often there was music playing, and all at once I used to be overcome with homesickness and felt as though I would give everything only to be at home and see you." (Anton Chekov, "The Bishop")

Bangle!

My mother-in-law clarified the bangle vs. cuff issue for me. I was using width as the crucial component of meaning, but apparently it's standard for presence vs. absence of an opening to be the relevant property. So now I know, and I can say with confidence that it's BANGLES that I've been working on (though I did start a cuff today, just because I could).

Anyway, my first one is done!

I'm fairly pleased. The structure is recycled paper, but the visible decorative part is not. The text reads, "Everything was grey and cold. As though to match the gloom around us, we ourselves grew silent." The author is Frank Boreham, whose 1919 book of essays I dug up rather randomly at Project Gutenberg, as is my wont. Wait till you see the one I'm working on now, with a Chekov quote!