Once upon a time jewelry was made with clasps that made sense. No, we certainly don’t mean they could carry on a conversation (if yours can, sing out). We mean that they were the proper size for the necklace.
Then one day somebody somewhere had what seemed to be a bright idea.
“Let’s use smaller clasps so we can save money.”
A capital idea, said the assembled group, which certainly included nobody who ever could have, in a million years, possibly worn a piece of jewelry.
Thus arose the curse of what Roseanne Roseannadana, dreamed up by the late, great Gilda Radner, might have called the “teeny-tiny” little clasp. One that every jewelry-lover hates with a passion, but tolerates because, really, what can you do?
What can you do? Call the doctor! The Jewelry Doctor, that is (415/796-3969; text 415/596-4244). We’ll replace that little monster with something beautiful in keeping with the design of the necklace (yes, that includes chains), and in a size that is just right for you.
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