anchor wrist

I don’t know about you but lately I have felt completely naked without a couple of beaded cords or leather strips wrapped around my wrist.  You won’t hear me call them bracelets or man jewelry – they’re more than that.  These little guys have become almost like a security blanket.

I spin them and snap them when I’m deep in thought, anxious, sitting in traffic, or waiting in line at Starbucks.  There’s something about that tactile interaction that is both mindlessly passive and intensely satisfying.

In any event, here’s one of my recent acquisitions – an anchor knotted into a rope cord from Asos.