One thing I am definitely bad about, as my lovely online editor Kate will attest, is blogging. I think it comes from being part of a generation of journalists into whom was drummed the rule that you always remove the writer from the article. The writer was a cipher; something through which the reader could understand a topic or find out about an issue, but not someone
whose opinion mattered.
How things change. Confessional literature has gone through the roof and now everyone has a blog documenting their every thought, decision and disastrous date.
Maybe I need to get with the times, which is why I am making a mid-year resolution to post something every week (just writing those words makes me feel slightly nauseous).
So this week’s topic is clasps. It has become a small obsession of mine because I can’t understand why designers and brands create these stunning necklaces and bracelets only for them to fasten with a really run of the mill clasp.
It’s jewellery equivalent of a woman wearing a couture dress who then turns around so you can see she’s wearing it with an old greying bra that should have been consigned to the bin.
Because, let’s face it, like that hideous bra, clasps get seen eventually.
On a bracelet they are more than obvious; on a necklace there is that moment when they drift round to the front and are very much on display. To quote a book by Kathleen Tessaro called Elegance: “everything you own should do its job with some semblance of grace and dignity”.
And clasps are no exception. Here are is an example of a designer giving good clasp: