A miracle happened today.  Four years of desperate searching came to an abrupt end when I found your website.  And I wept.  Finally, I had found the "Michelangelo of Hair Barrettes" who sold me an artistic masterpiece 15 years ago at a Christmas craft fair in Fredericton, NB.  It was a large bronze Viking-looking barrette.  For years, I could do anything with my long thick hair.  I could do French Twists, convoluted buns, sweeping hair masterpieces......as long as I had that barrette.  My hair looked glorious.  People would stop me to ask me about the unusual and beautiful hair clip.  I was riding high.  Ponytails were a thing of the past.  Then tragedy struck four years ago:  I left my barrette at a hotel.  The desperate search for the barrette maestro began.  Over the past four years, I made dozens of phone calls to craft shows and spent hours on Google trying to find you.  No other barrettes on the market would hold my hair.  No other barrettes looked like a work of art.  Caving in, I decided to try a new barrette in order to put my hair in a bun for a night at the opera.  The barrette wasn't beautiful, but it was functional.  Or so I thought.  Half-way through the opera, the barrette exploded.  The person sitting behind me got hit in the chest, and my hair fell down around my shoulders.  The search for your barrettes intensified.  Today, I decided enough was enough.   This empty-handed goose hunt, this desperate barrette search, this Sicilian hair vendetta had to end.  Today, either I found the maker of those wonderful barrettes, or I was going to cut my hair.  "You look very determined," my husband said as I furiously pecked away at my computer keypad.  "I'm going to find those barrettes, " I told him.  And what do you think?  A triumph happened.  A victory.  A miracle.  By some quirk of fate, I typed  the right Google keywords and the magic kingdom opened.  Up on my computer screen were four glorious photos of the hair barrettes I was looking for.  And I wept.  My husband shook his head.  "They're only barrettes," he said.  "No," I told him.  "You're wrong.  They're not just barrettes, they're my life."  How glorious it is to find you again and actually get to speak to you.  I look forward to receiving your glorious masterpieces in the mail.  "Beauty can save the world," my grandmother used to say.  And I'm beginning to think she was right. 

Carole Paquin

I'm well beyond happy with the beauty of each of my barrettes. The pictures truly do not do them justice. It's just something you understand when you're holding them in your hand. One can see that they are hand made but it is still hard to believe. They are extremely well made and are much more special than anything that I've ever given to anyone. I've actually become more anxious to give them to my love, she'll definitely like them. This is something I know she'll treasure. Thank you so much for making this a special anniversary.   

T. R., FL