I blame this little lovely on Sherlock Holmes. While watching a festival of his movies on TV I started playing around with some new clock hands I had just received. As I sighed dreamily watching Basil Rathbone my hands had formed the shape of what this necklace would grow into. With Mr. Holmes wispering to me in the background and dreamy longings for London pulling at my heartstrings the idea grew and grew.
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