And that's the honest truth. A glorious host of turquoise cabochons truly were wrapped tight in leather and a cigar box and plucked from the muddy banks of the Mokelumne River by my parents.
They contain more magic, more history, more story than can be quantified by my simple prose.
I've set them simply, oxidized them lightly. Four pairs, one traveling to my mother (as she was the one to find the stones and deserves to wear this magic on her lobes), the other three I offer to you. You'll find them in the shop momentarily...
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And on that note:
Happy Friday to you ALL! May your weekends be filled with swashbuckling tales!
~ Umber ~