The tale isn't in the accessory though. The tale comes in wanting to know more about the women or woman who wore it. How intricate is her story? Was she the femme fatale of her time?
She must have wore gold-tipped, horned rimmed glasses, and bold sheath dresses.
She dog-eared pages of magazine stories on large rivers (Mekong, Delta, The Nile), because the disagreement of a river's scale was uncertain, and the wonderment thrilled her.
To her, cinderblock was a color.
She had intentions to write haikus, but her form always ended in epigrams.
Her mother wasn't her only hero. She respected, Jeanette Rankin, despite the angry crowds, who booed her out of the Montana Republican office.
When frustrations wreaked havoc, she saddled up, Hernando, her Kentucky Mountain saddle horse, and rode off just before the bleak of the rusted horizon disappeared into darkness.
Just imagine. Her tale.
