I put these shoes on and asked B what he thought and he responded with his usual “they’re reaaal nice, sweetheart,” laced with the usual hint of mockery that makes me want to pop him, even though he and I both know his input has precious little to no effect upon my shoe decisions. Yes, these are the games that we play.
B bought this antique bracelet from the 1940s for me when we were in New Mexico. It’s supposed to be a Christmas present, but I’m not very good at waiting for the respective holiday when the gift is already in my hot little hands. B’s mom is an avid collector of Native American jewelry, so she researched the artist’s stamp on the bracelet and was able to identify it as a Bell Trading Post piece.