Somedays, okay most days, I get so worked up about my dad. It’s a mile walk to my shop, and it’s just too much time in my head. It’s hard to write after that, because I’m dizzy. I hurt so much from missing him. He used to be my ride home every night. I was that strange adult child who spent way to much time with her father. I was so proud of it. Now I keep having these dreams where he’s alive, and I realize that I was wrong, mistaken about his death. I tell him he needs to see a doctor, he must take better care of himself or I’ll lose him. But then I wake up, and everything is still the same. Doing this blog of my collection, most all of which were gifts from him, it’s like a superstition almost. Maybe some day, after combining the right pairs, I’ll wake up wrong?

Today’s bracelets are the pair of resin Sobral bangles including the one I repaired on Sunday, my fake Cartier Clou (shhh don’t tell anybody that I gave you the website. I strongly frown upon knockoffs, always, at all times, especially after giving up my secret source), silver and Malachite bracelet from Mexico, and my pink Hermès Calèche.