En Garde!

Funny thing. I make all kinds of jewelry, but the only type I'll wear are earrings. Necklaces tend to make me hunch over, bracelets get in the way, and don't even get me started on rings. So it's not surprising that I have a jewelry box filled with earrings (and the other random flotsam and jetsam that winds up in there). Unique pieces are my favorites. I have a pair of clock earrings (no, they don't work, unfortunately) that my mother bought me on a family vacation; I absolutely love them. Some women go for flashy bracelets or strings of pearls. While these things are pretty, I've chosen the road less-traveled - and that has made all the difference. Blown glass, intricate details, vintage brass, even chain maille - if it's unique, I'm going to want it.
Just like I want these earrings.




No, I'm not someone with multiple piercings, nor do I consider myself a punker, rocker, biker chick, rockabilly, whatever-you-want-to-call-it. But the idea of sword earrings strikes me as delightfully ironic. I believe women are stronger than they look. As Eleanor Roosevelt said, "A woman is like a tea bag - you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water." Jewelry is considered incredibly feminine; swords are the tools of warriors. When the two are combined, it feels like the wearer is saying "I know how to defend myself - and look good doing it!" Though, that could just be me.

White Collar

White Collar, USA Network's amazing show, premiered Season 2 last night. I couldn't be there (and, now that I think of it, can't be there) because of my commitments. Oh well. I plan on being at the computer every single Wednesday morning, glued to Hulu.
All this to say: I'm so ecstatic for White Collar's return! My friends stare at me in dismay, wondering how on earth I could possibly love that show as much as I do - and then they remember that it's me, which explains everything.
Truthfully, it would take me a long time to answer why it appeals to me so much. Maybe it's because White Collar is a show about (surprise!) white collar crime. Not that I condone it - but this series is so different than the others. Criminals actually think, bloodshed is minimal, and...okay, fine. Neal Caffrey is cute. I said it. The world can read it, now. Anyway...White Collar is a show that forces the viewer to buckle in or step to the side. Doze off and you'll be hopelessly lost. It's frustrating at times, but I'd rather watch something that forces me to think outside the box than a stale half-hour diversion (I'm not going to mention Spongebob or anything like that because, well, that would be just cruel to those poor, deprived viewers, wouldn't it?). I realize the show has its faults, but I'm going to overlook them and just maybe have fun with a few constructed fabrications. Working for the FBI with a character like Neal wouldn't be half bad...

Chirp!

I have a confession to make. I am not an animal person. Dogs and cats and birds and fish are all cute in their rightful places, but given the choice between being responsible for an animal and collecting caricatured figurines, give me the silent little shelf-takers. Glass birds have always captured my fancy. I grew up watching my mother's glass hummingbird ornaments spin on their threads, and now I've determined to collect as many of the tiny chirpers as I can. As of now, I have about eight. All named. Pretty sad - but very pretty!