January; the first month of a brand-new year. It is a transitional month in many ways, with all the happy, hectic, chaos, replaced with a tranquil serenity. Once you have finally tucked away the last holiday ornament, the house is quiet, and seems a little empty. Spring still feels, so far away, and winter, has
I have fond memories of digging around in my Grandmother’s jewelry box and admiring her jewelry. I would pin her jeweled brooches, all over my dress and awkwardly attempt, to clip her sparkly earrings, onto my tiny earlobes. I would drape myself, in her many strands of beads and necklaces. There were chunky strands