This Woman . . .

A lot of you knew my mom.

And for those of you who did not, here she is.

THE feistiest of little women with a flair for the dramatic.

Most of the jewelry y'all are looking at in the previous post belonged to her. 

A lot of it was given to her by Don Barley who tried to pick up in the jewelry gifting department after my dad died. 

Truth be told, if either of those men had given her a rock they had hot glued a few big rhinestones on, she would have loved it dearly, as much as she loved her two best guys. 

That said, she visited me in a dream last night. 

Hand on one hip. 

Cigarette in hand. 

Eyes snapping. 

And she said, "Kaye Alan, I hope I don't need to tell you not to sell my jewelry cheap. I still know where you live and I still know how to get here. AND, I am still your mother." 

That said, I have started taking pictures of necklaces, pendants and beads and have made a wee start that I'll be posting here at Meanderings and Muses soon.   http://www.meanderingsandmuses.com/2018/08/there-comes-time.html

And to those of you who have made purchases?

 Thank You. 

And I hope you'll think of me and Ms. Mary Hazel Messick Wilkinson, aka as "my mom" when you wear it.