What? I'm forty now. Forgetting is the new black.
I sat staring at my unlit torch yesterday for 20 minutes before my mind wandered back to the motorcycle ride I took last week~ the leaves swaying on the trees, the random mounds of red Alabama clay, black asphalt streaming beneath my feet, the wind hugging my outstretched arms, the rain that caught us at the tail end of the ride and hit my body like tiny silver bullets.
I dug out this cab of perfect colors and spent the afternoon making a cuff, all the while thinking I should own leather riding attire from vest to boots. And a Harley. A pink one. Or maybe turquoise. Also that every Harley girl should own a stylized custom cuff.
Handmade Lampwork Cabochon, Upcycled Leather