Sometimes I get so discouraged with my writing that I threaten to quit and make jewelry. One birthday, my husband and daughter gave me a lot of jewelry-making supplies. I got all kinds of chains, ribbons, twine and turquoise–my favorite–and a plastic container with little compartments to keep it all neatly inside. I even visited a jewelry making group. That’s the closest I’ve come to actually making good my threat.
I love jewelry fixings of all kinds.
I’m not a shopper. No matter what I’m looking for, I end up at the jewelry counter of the store, perusing the jewelry. This is known as escape. Yes, I recognize it.
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