Moar Chainmail!

Because half of you are here about sleep and half are here about foreclosures, I present to you…a crapload of pictures of chainmail jewelry!

(You know, when unexpected things happen, you form new neural connections, which has been linked conclusively to preventing Alzheimer’s and dementia.  I only do it because I care.)

"Black Rubber Folded Japanese" is really fun to say.  Which is the basic theory behind all my names, really.  …Oops, did I say too much?

Hit the cut for the rest.  Viva las neurons!!

I should get an award for how cheap the clasp-job on this one is.  Seriously.

If you stare long enough, this one looks like a little naked guy leaping and playing the flute.

…What?

I stole the silver ("byzantine") bit from someone else, because you have to be Godzilla to make that out of steel, which it is.  (I did the other steel rings, and that was bad enough.  The neighbors expressed worries about my health from all the grunting.)  Sorry, ‘zilla.  We’re still homies, right?

And this is what happens when you really want somewhere to hang your jewelry, but your materials are limited to six pliers and what’s in the closet.  (Tree: coathanger.  Base:  box covered in old shirt.  Hilarious way the jewelry spins and flies off if you "twang" the branches:  Priceless.)

There, now you all know what I do with my spare time.  Say hello to my cousin Bender for me.  ;)