At least I'm the one who broke it

It hit something on the way to the floor. Maybe one of the larger glass beads on the necklace. Maybe a piece of furniture near where I stood. When I picked it up, it wasn't all there. I found bits of it hidden in the carpet. (Carpet, even!) It didn't break on a seam where I'd attached the half-dried pieces of clay to each other to form the atypical design. It just cracked in the oddest way.

This was my favorite pendant from the last firing, and I was so excited to see how it would turn out. In the end, it didn't. And all I could think was, "Well better here than in some shop, or even worse, someone's home after they've spent their money on it...after they'd fallen in love with it."

It's been a long time since I actually broke one of the pendants I'd created from scratch. Last time (I remember it well...it surprised me then, too - you have to understand, these pendants are as strong as your kitchen pottery. If handled with even reasonable amounts of care, they should last indefinitely,) I was at a show and was keeping busy behind my booth, being available to customers, but not hovering. I was wrapping sterling wire through a hole and my pliers slipped. Broke the corner of that baby right off.

So the new challenge is before me: the necklace was completed. So not only do I have to find a pendant that will perfectly complement the bead choices in this piece, but I have to attach it after the fact. I usually attach the pendant to the wire and string the beads. Backwards works, though, and I'll let you know how it goes...