A few years back, my partner and sister gifted me a jewelry class. I have precisely zero experience in jewelry or anything related, but I desperately wanted to do something with a part of my brain that isn’t science or grantwriting, and something that I could be delightfully, luxuriously bad at.
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The Peculiarity Shop@peculiarityshop.bsky.social -
[Carefully selecting which customers would think a plastic middle finger to wave around would be hysterical to include in their packages.]
Jill@yesthatjill.bsky.social -
You could put tiny rings on them.
sciencegoth.bsky.social -
But hear me out: you mail out free middle finger finger cots, all innocent-like. Coincidentally, you start stocking doll-size rings. And charm bracelets. And the doll-size charms for the charm bracelets.
First one's always free.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:jlpiussixdxhrlkiosrgolzg/bafkreia5h2frsxrpmi4alyamimi4n4qi4ymyr4tgxjqp6hbsktclbz23ee)
