Cylon Michele

I think 1977 loved marrying a woman who couldn't care less about fashion, make-up, or keeping up with the Joneses. 

Way back when, I was a little embarrassed at the size of my (family) engagement ring, though I did *love* the sparkle.  And for nearly four years now, I've rejected jewelry.  Rings scraped up 2008's skin.  2010 tugs on necklaces.  Earrings dangle irresistibly and I'm squeamish about my earlobes.  (2010 could rip my earlobe in two?  No earrings, thankyouverymuch.)

But then for Christmas, I received a lovely pearl ring, and since then I've worn jewelry every day.  And I've discovered that Sundance has adorable earrings (Tiny posies!)  Now that 2010 will leave necklaces alone, I can wear some lovely vintage ones I found in our tiny downtown shopping district.   Now that I'm not constantly wrangling her into and out of carriers, rings aren't really an issue either.

Suddenly, I'm shopping for jewelry. 

Add that to my recent newfound love of sushi and appreciation for Led Zeppelin, and 1977 doesn't know what's hit him.  I certainly am not the woman he married. 

(But I'm not a Cylon either.  Promise.)