I turned 74 in February. My right hand reminded me about it all month.

Fifty years ago I shaped my first copper cuff on a secondhand anvil in my back room in Coalgate, Oklahoma. I didn't plan to still be doing it at 74. But the orders kept coming, the neighbors kept knocking, and the copper kept calling.

The arthritis and the blood pressure finally said what my family's been saying for years — it's time, Patricia.

So here we are. Every piece left in my workshop, priced to find a home. I'd rather know these are on someone's wrist than sitting in a box after I'm gone. When the last one ships, I'm done. There is no more after this.

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