Trump not conceding the election and the many who believe in him has left many I know with this low level unsettled anxiety. We know something is wrong, we know there will be consequences. Whether we will pay the price in the coming months or in four years has yet to be determined. Again we are waiting in the trenches for the battle to begin.
As a child I found great comfort in the tangles of Jewelry in my mother’s Jewelry box. I would sit on her bed and untangle the chains and bracelets. I particularly loved these two charm bracelets my mother had. For me they were magical with the tiny charms that were like little toys. There was a box with two tiny ivory dice, a small typewriter, a calendar page with rubies on my mom’s birthday, a whistle, a hammer and a miniature thimble to name a few of my favorites. Over the years I have tried to incorporate them into some art with little success. But yesterday while sleep deprived and angry and while I was also playing and LOOSING HORRIBLY to my husband in a train game we are obsessed with I found comfort in the bracelets and something emerged on the paper that I liked.
