When I first noticed them-a couple dozen or so small white skulls at the bead shop where I’d taken my daughter to buy some beads-the undeniable wanting I felt at the time made no sense, I told myself. So I denied myself.
17 of those small white skulls, strung together, would have fashioned the perfect bracelet for me.
Speaking for my self, I know that now.
My first post (unofficially) for an April A-Z blogging challenge-to try to coax myself back into writing something every day, even if it’s only a little something.