I love having pretty things on my wrists. The way they catch your eye as you move your hands during daily life, brings a spark of colour.
Out of the corner of your eye you catch it when you point to something.

It crosses your eyes in a quick blur of colour when you brush your hair from your eyes.

It jangles and flashes when you shake someones hand.

It amuses the baby for minutes at a time when nothing else can.