A Tale of 2 Wristlets

His and Hers!

Hexagon Hits Fred Segal!

For a budding accessories company, this is like getting the golden ticket inside the bar of chocolate.

Ron Robinson Apothia, inside both Fred Segal stores (West Hollywood and Santa Monica) has placed the largest order that Hexagon has had to date.

The collection debuts on Fashion’s Night Out, Friday September 7, at an evening party at the West Hollywood location.

If something smells funny, it’s because I just peed myself.

For the Alky in Your Life

Here’s the perfect gift for the chronic drinker in your family or entourage.

This sassy ‘cessorie can be had for $29 on Etsy.

The Frogs Love Hexagon!

Aw! Lovely article about Hexagon by Jenna Warnecke, an American expat novelist in Paris that I met this past spring. (Redhead writer girl-crush alert!) The oversized bag I have in the photo carries lunch, since Jenna and I were on our way to a picnic in a small park by the Canal St. Martin. Joining us for the dejeuner sur l’herbe is Sophia, a woman who had come to a garage sale I had held. (Below: Jenna, moi, Sophia.) I am forever amazed at how easy it is to make new friends in Paris.

Red Alert

It’s only in retrospect that I see my tendency to add a bright, tomato red to jewelry these days. It’s a color that loves silver and gold equally—unlike green, which leans strongly towards gold. Here’s the latest batch of creations, which are all for sale on the Hexagon Etsy shop starting at $29.

Washed Up

Sad end to a beloved piece of sea-glass jewelry. But what a fun night.

New Stores for Hex

Two fantastic boutiques have bought the Hexagon line. Garde, an expertly curated shop for design, home decor, fashion, and jewelry, is offering Hexagon’s enamel pendants. The Beverly Boulevard store, which opened earlier this year, was recently lauded in the New York Times.

Clark’s Gallery, in downtown LA, is run by the photographer Clark Woodford. The shop is mainly an outlet for his wonderful images of Los Angeles and the surrounding desert (among other subjects, of course). He has also brought in jewelry and, this week, Hexagon handbags. An occupational hazard of working with fellow artisans is that I usually prefer to trade goods rather than get paid for sales. Luckily, a handbag sold on the first day in the shop, which means I am now the proud owner of this amazing Barbie-head print of Clark’s! His image below is next on my wish list.

Sometimes you need a second opinion on something. And/or a cocktail. I sought both last night with my friend Sylvia. Over a Moscow Mule and a Millionaire, I told her I couldn’t decide how to embellish this metal vial before turning it into a pendant. I laid several beads on the bar at Providence (a Los Angeles restaurant). Sylvia methodically removed beads until she came down to the last two, the red wooden one and the translucent white glass one. “Why not both?” she suggested. Using more than one had not even occurred to me. Once home, I decided a third bead–a small ring of rhinestones–might provide an unexpected element. I guess you could call this Hexagon’s first collaboration.

Now, THAT’S Hot

I have an excuse to use an overused word in today’s parlance, since I now own this Kingpin 88 kiln! Going up to a fiery 2000 degrees, it is, as Paris Hilton might say if she knew what it was, HOT! So much for my serene terrace, AKA Le Porch. For this is where the kiln will live. I’ll be able to make silver charms and rings in the kiln, as well as glass and ceramic pieces. This is my most significant purchase so far as a jewelry designer. I am quite skeerxcited (a family term meaning scared and excited).

Watch Out!

Summer is a time to forget about time. We get more of it, it seems, in the longer hours of sunlight, so we can afford to creatively “waste” it by reading, playing with pets, lingering at garage sales. But keeping time is on my mind this summer, because I have started making a series of wristwatches with secondhand watches paired with vintage findings such as shoe buckles.

Part of what fascinates me about watches is that they are a concrete representation of something that is abstract and mysterious. We have all experienced the elasticity of time; 10 years go by in a flash, yet an embarrassing moment seems to last hours. And we all have our personal relationship to time, particularly in whether we tend to be on time or late for appointments.

When I think about time I think about my father. Our heritage is German, and I live up to the stereotype of being overly insistent on promptness, organization, and following rules. Whatever the reason, Dad was a sort of time master. He worked in radio, a profession that runs on exact schedules and time periods. When he spoke he could simultaneously count backwards silently so his words ended right when a song or commercial started.

OK, gotta run–I am 6 minutes late for an estate sale!