What If...?

“I’ve fallen out of love with you.”

Can you fall out of love? How do you manage to fall into it? Okay, ummm that ‘s not where I was going with the LOVE topic. I was expressing how I felt about jewelry. We grew apart. I lost one half of my favorite pair of earrings. My life existed without it, and then details of my life drifted from it day by day. Was I being natural, and boho or just lazy? None of those, mostly I felt detached from my options. My friends were purchasing the cutest little trinkets, and I would stand at the same point confused. Worried. Angst filled me because I feared the moment of duplication. Maybe I was overcome with arrogance to think that among the SIX billion or so humans traversing this planet that I could be unique. Is that not the goal of many. Be you, and not someone else on the cover of a magazine. Except the contradiction to that goal is that I began to theme my fashion goals as they transformed. One year it was Jackie O. When isn’t it Jackie O? I love her laid back style that reflects her choices and not that of a paid stylist. Inherently classy. That’s her. My striving to be her, means that my unique theme is more of a vintage craving. Not new at all. So there I was still wasting space in front of the accessories wheel of gaudy and more gaudy when I decided to inspect the work. Then the chill came in the form of the same question I get all the time, “What If…..?”. At this time what I asked myself was what if I could make my own jewelry to avoid the clone syndrome taking so many victims mercilessly. The compliments rolled in, and then I had another form of my question. “What if I sold my works?” People bought them. They really bought them. So seriously now, “What if I sold them to strangers?” GASP! Must I send pictures to online shops for approval and risk rejection? Yes, I definitely did. They liked it. They really liked it.

They liked. I sent. I consigned. I SOLD items. I really sold items. People are walking around this planet wearing my items. Whoa! Craziness. I’m excited, but I got another question. “What if I had my own site?” (dumm duh dumm dumm dummmmm….) A website of my very own? Seriously? Seriously. Where would I start? Who would check it out? Who would care? Okay, so I’ve advanced from my meager “What if…?” beginnings to a bit more extensive questions that demand a response. What is a girl to do? (another question) She keeps on asking until she sets up a website of her very own that will soon fit my ideals and hopefully meet the needs of the unique-challenged. Come along and play and enjoy the jewelry that exists in this form and only once (at least from my hands).

Let’s fall in love again,

Ange
Eura Le