August 24, 2010 § 1 Comment
I saw these the other day at the open air market in the quarter. I immediately wanted to buy them all and start loading up my wrists. I am thoroughly convinced it’s Johnnie Mae’s fault that I have a love affair for great bangles.
Some people can instantly recall the scent of their mother’s perfume. I can recall the sound of my mother. She’s from Dallas, and for as long as I can remember she would load her wrists with silver bangles. As a little kid, I never got lost in the mall, while playing in the racks of clothes with my sisters. I would just listen for her jingle jangle…a fashion morse code.