My mind is like a cluttered jewelry box. I have ideas for jewelry in endless Rolodexes of shapes and colors in my mind. When I begin designing something new the most difficult part is editing those ideas into a cohesive, manageable collection. But I don't think I am alone.
Walking the aisles absorbing the sensory feast has become a hot or cold weather pastime. Out of the elements, a little exercise, maybe finding a treasure, and reminiscing (or laughing) about the items our parents or grandparents once owned.