I know exactly what donned my earlobes the first 5 years of my marriage. Actually, my memory, which fails me on a daily basis, can go back even further. Let's say the last 15 years of my life.
It was this: two small tiny silver hoops.
I wore them all the time. Yep, all the time. Boring little old me.
Then, I met Shannon. And, my ears have never been the same.
Shannon taught me the art of making jewelry, and I fell instantly in love. With, the jewelry, that is. I mean, I liked Shannon and all, but I LOVED making the jewelry. It was the perfect outlet for me. I could do something with my hands while chatting with the womenfolk I knew, hours after the kiddies were off to dreamland, and come away with something little, something simple, that made me feel feminine. I do live in a household of testosterone and my tiny silver hoops weren't producing near enough estrogen to cut it.
I started making jewelry during the poverty stricken years (not quite through them yet) of my husband's graduate school. I know what it's like to not feel like you can't spend any money on yourself.
That's why my jewelry is what it is. Simple, because I'm a plain jane kind of gal. Affordable, because I want everyone to feel like they can break free from the silver hoops and find something that makes them feel a little more feminine.