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I am UmberDove.

And by that, I mean an artist.  One who hears stories in the wind, who paints because it is what her soul tells her to do, who smiths because the muse moves through her fingertips, who loves nothing more than the promise of an unexplored trail, the sound of the ocean in her ears, and scent of a serious cup of coffee.

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And now my hand is complete

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*sigh*

I would like to introduce you to my right hand, my glam hand.

(Hello, nice to meet you)



My right hand has always had it a little rough, I mean competing with the left hand decked out in a sparkly rock, competing with the left-handedness of my brain (yeah I'm basically ambidextrous but it is from the left hand all creativity pours), competing but always coming up second best.
It's been a tough life.

And then today, it all changed. Say hello to my precious.



I have been ambushing my dear, sweet postal worker DAILY this week waiting for my package from Miss Plume to arrive. He keeps trying to make small talk and ignoring the fact that I'm still in my pajamas, or still brushing my teeth, or pawing at the mailbox, but I think he's noticed how desperately I've been awaiting this little brown box. (and I've never been good at the waiting game)

Of course I had to change outfits to properly showcase my ring today, and of course there was a whole "ring photoshoot."




(This is actually one of The Noisy Plume's photos, but she's just so amazing at showcasing her pieces that I had to post it up)

And OF COURSE I will be wearing my beautiful new ring in Vegas this weekend (after all, what's the point of wearing big heels, sipping a martini, and basically looking fabulous if a gal doesn't have an amazing cocktail ring to do it all in?).

I think I'm in love. Yes, we make a beautiful pair, don't you think?

Thank you my Plume, your lovely soul pours itself into your jewelery and I could not be more honored to swing my long arms, fluttering a little piece of you and all your beauty at my fingertips.