Recent Musings. . .

Cocktail rings remind me of my Aunt Ri.  She was a true dame, who always wore outrageous jewelry, in particular, giant cocktail rings.  How we adored going through her jewelry box and trying on pounds of stone rings.  When she was really looped, she’d do an hysterical imitation of the Elephant Man and wave her rings around like ground lights whilst making a trunk.  She’d often make fainting gestures, hand on forehead, glittering with rocks.  She was dramatic, bizarre, wonderful and filled with light – just like a cocktail ring.

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