When our daughter got married, we had a really good Hen’s Night. We “girls” – The Furlong daughters, the Furlong girls’ great-aunt, and me of course, hired a little room in a friendly restaurant where we had a meal first. Then, we cleared the tables and the artistic daughter (whose lovely idea it was) handed out polymer clay to us all.
We softened it in our hands and rolled six – there were six of us – beads each about the size of walnuts. It was a chummy time of laughing, chatting and making stuff. Then, each person flattened their beads embedding their fingerprints in them. Very carefully we each made a hole with a needle through our fingerprint beads so they could be threaded.
Artistic Furlong had brought her mini oven. She baked our beads on the spot.
For decoration, we rubbed metallic powder into the fingerprints.
Each one of us now, has a bracelet with the fingerprints on it of all the people we love. I wear mine often – and if I’m scared – like at the hospital or dentist, I count them off like a rosary. We know whose is whose because we each initialed our beads. They were made with love.
This is mine…