Noting the unapologetic sprinkling of jewelry hands and other (funky/quirky) ornamental holders lounging aimlessly around the domicile, my thoughts began to wander.  This fleeting mental reprieve or lapsing work ethic (call it what you will) quickly had me thinking about relationships… particularly women and theirs.  I digress, realizing they’re happily created outside the bubble, because let’s be honest, many of us share a deeply evocative connection with accessories, our very special social armor.  Obviously, my endless throng of chains, spikes, and studs has achieved some sort of narcissistic greatness over the years or else I wouldn’t bother writing and rambling on about it.

But that’s just me… playing around inside the jewelry box.