I like pretty things.
I always have.
It's a disease really.
A disease with no cure.
Because there are many, many, MANY pretty things in the world, and most of them would cost me an arm, and a leg. (Sometimes it would be worth it.)
This is one reason I love Bonnie Concho so much because we sell many, many, MANY pretty things.
Aren't they...uh, whats the word I'm looking for?
Oh Yea! PRETTY!
I look at all these fine pieces of jewelry and could cry. (Sad but true.)
After many months of longing for them (I'm pretty sure I was coveting them, and that's a sin. Forgive me!) I came to a conclusion: I must learn to make them!
That's right, that's the latest decision I've made, I will learn to weld, engrave, and all the other traits I need to know in order to make pretty jewelry. (And pray I don't catch on fire doing so...because it's happened before.)
Then I will sin no longer, and only suffer a little bit from my disease. Amen.
Peace, Love, & I blame Bonnie Concho.