I am momentarily discombobulated as I actually just had a bank employee try to hard sell me on a product that I did not want. When I politely tried to refuse (repeatedly), he told me, “I know what’s best for you ma’am”. I thought I had been magically transported to the 19th century where men were allowed to say that sort of thing to women. Magic should be confined to the realm of childhood and sparkly things, like jewelry. Ah, now I’m back on track.
Speaking of jewelry, I recently finished a new concept ring. I am constantly surveying the urban landscape for discarded objects and oxidized metals. I am especially fond of rust. I enjoy being a girl jeweler!
