I would NOT like to be Alexander who is best known for his bad day. Perhaps you have read about him in the children’s book by Judith Viorst. The title is Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day and you can hear Ms. Viorst read her book out loud online at the following Barnes and Noble link: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/storytime/index.asp?cds2Pid=34152

When I’ve had a tough day, I try to remember Alexander and he usually makes me smile and feel better. Recently I had an Alexander day. It seemed fine at first, but by mid morning a neighbor came for coffee and wanted to talk county politics with my husband. Trying to be friendly, I grabbed my bead board and sat with them. I was working on an asymmetrical piece and should have known better than to let them see it. I’d been struggling with getting the multi strand necklace to hang correctly and kept holding it up to see how it was working. Each time, the men would sport somewhat pained and confused looks and each time I became more disgusted with the piece. Finally as lunch approached, I simply put it out of sight while I cooked. I pleased that the next day was NOT an Alexander day and I finished the piece shown here.

Following my ego deflating morning, I worked on making bezels most of the afternoon. Why did it take most of the afternoon? Because I burned up two bezels trying to get them to solder to copper backing. They simply wouldn’t connect. At one point I became so frustrated that I stopped and connected a different bezel to sterling silver for the necklace pictured below. This was much easier. However, since I was not willing to give up, I worked and worked until finally I managed to get the silver bezels to solder to the copper sheet metal. Yet, my ego took another hit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Later that day, I managed to string the pendants and was relatively happy with the outcome. The following day, however, when I was showing some pieces at a store, my good customer politely asked how to fasten one of the necklaces. All I could do was smile and tell her it was just an Alexander day. Look closely at the clasp in this next picture and laugh along with me. 

Meanwhile, here at the ranch in the past few days, the puppy ate my good shoe and scratched the glass door. I put Vaseline all over the door to discourage him, but he ate that too. The pivot (irrigation machine)ran into a tree and wrecked. My car had a flat tire and the barn cat killed a rattler (actually that was a good thing since Angus got the snake before it got him).

 

I didn’t create this blog post to garner sympathy. I wrote it because I’m thinking you, too, could also create a narrative of the things that have happened to you on your own Alexander day. We all have them and we all survive. But just in case I forget that fact, I think I’ll keep in mind all the things that happened to Alexander on his own terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day!