Everything but the Ballet

Summer time in SoCal is too hot. Trying to keep cool with light shorts and pastels. There’s no better remedy from the heat other than rummaging through mom’s closet for some bling and a leotard.

The necklace story: The necklace I’m wearing was a gift my mother gave her best friend in France when they were both 17 years old. Public transport wasn’t an option in the French village they lived in so my mom walked 6 miles to a jewelry store several times to give sketches of the design she wanted made for her friend’s necklace. And out came a platinum strand holding a mother of pearl, with a bevelled edge canopy all around it. When I was 17 years old I went to France and met my mother’s best friend, who gave me the necklace. Something special about the number 17 now :0)

Pre-LSAT studying today. First post on here ever! Woo!