Okay. Fine.

Alee,

I am having a terrible day. Terrible. I cried in Mrs. Joyce's room. In front of her students. Some of whom I teach. Now they know that I have emotions. This is not good.

But you're right. I need to wear the ampersands more often. I'm wearing the scissors right now, just like I do every day, but I haven't worn the ampersands in months. I've been wearing the little gold sand dollars instead.

I also bought a giant octopus necklace with keys hanging from its tentacles. It pretty much rocks. I like jewelry. We should go jewelry shopping.

I've been to the crazy light place from which your picture was taken. It was weird. And Silent. No one else was there, and it was almost creepy. Except that it was so light that the creepiness dissipated. Creepiness dissipated. Interesting idea. Usually creepiness creeps and hovers and suffocates. But there the creepiness dissipates.

Okay. I've written. I know it's been a while. Sorry.

Happy now?
Kelly

Dear Kelly Arbuckle, you're Golden.

Dear Kelly,

I was thinking of jewelry last night before I fell asleep, and I've come to a conclusion;

I believe there's not a whole lot of pairings I like more than your little golden Ampersand earrings and little golden Scissor necklace. You should take a picture. That would be lovely.

Oh, and it's your turn, in case you've forgotten. I don't care what you write, Lady, just write something!

[This photo is unrelated, but neat.]

[Oh, and I did not take it because I was too busy taking one of my own with my phone.]

[My friend Matthew Marand took this of me.]

[Also, it's in the Dan Flavin gallery.]

[Which is basically a branch of the Menil.]