Being a girl of 19 (going on 90) if I want to hang out with my friends, more often than not it involves ‘pre-drinks’, the whole idea of which brings me out in a stress rash. However, I have developed the perfect solution. I bring along a craft. My friends have long ago realised that I am already a gran, so they are totally accepting of such behaviour. My project of choice to entertain my drunken chums with, and to occupy myself with while girls want to talk in depth about their love lives (a conversation I never like to hold for too long, believe me) and the boys race pints, is bracelet making. The joy of making bracelets is that you and your friends get to wear them after the pre-function to the actual function - which is never as good as the pre-function, let's be real. Some of my pals have even kept their bracelets to remember the fun night. Or try and remember...
The project calls for very few materials, which means that you can completely make these bracelets sitting crossed legged on someone else's kitchen floor while your peers are playing flip cup - not that I'm speaking from experience. You'll need a piece of strong but thin jewellery elastic, scissors and beads. I have a hand full of beads stocked up that I've collected from old bracelets, packets that come with new clothes and craft shops. I'm basically a bead womble.
First, measure round your wrist with the elastic then add about one or two inches. Be generous, because sometimes tying the knot at the end can be a far trickier business than you imagined. Especially after a shot. Cough, cough.
Then, simply thread your beads onto the elastic until it reaches wrist width and then tie a double knot. A triple knot. Maybe, a quadruple knot, just for good measure. You can never be too sure and no one wants your bracelet snapping on the dance floor.
And, now have fun and enjoy your bracelet! I recommend them because it means that you don't decide to write '#jolo' on your arm in permeant marker pen. Which seems like a good idea on Friday night but, on Monday morning, not so much when you have to wear a long sleeved top to cover up your shame as it still won't wash off.