A few weeks ago, I had a talk with myself….
Me: “Self, it’s
time you set your fear of rings aside and get with the program.”
Myself: “What program?”
Me: “The ring
business, what else?”
Myself: “Huh?”
You can see there was a bit of resistance. This meant, along with many other things,
that I was going to need to improve my sawing-a-straight-line skill. Rarely (ever?) have I been that girl who
blindly follows that “straight & narrow” path. Not that I’m inherently a risk taker by any
means, I just like to meander some and then make up my own mind. But the argument from me was
irresistible! So, okay, rings it will
be. The Meltdown, as they say, will DIVERSIFY.
Really, I have probably been working up to this my whole
life. I wear rings, several of them:
stacked, mismatched, matched, single, plain, special, you name it. I have had at least one ring on my hands
since I was old enough to get a prize—a fancy-schmancy genuine faux precious
metal ring—from the Dentist for being a good patient. Now, “good” here means frequent, so I
acquired quite a few of these glamorous accoutrements!


Even if I don’t see or hear from you, have a safe and
thankful Thanksgiving!