I have always had an odd obsession with rocks, which is why I was pretty sure that Arizona was The Promised Land in 1990 when I first visited. I bought this fantastical piece of jewelry at the touristy-rock shop in Whistler, BC when I was there on vacation. I started drooling over some more pieces today.
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When I was in kindergarten, my dad used to tease me by saying he was going to give me a bag of rocks for Christmas. Except I didn’t realize he was teasing and daydreamed about the bag of “pretty rocks” that I was going to get. I was disappointed that year, and didn’t realize until I was a teenager that my dad was joking.
Comment by jaime — February 11, 2010 @ 3:14 am |
golly-geez, I love these!
Comment by Elizabeth McCutcheon — March 31, 2010 @ 6:37 pm |