And so it was.......that I fell for Silver.

All my life I have cheered for the Under Dog, picked the unused path, befriended the weird and tried to love the un-lovable.  When I was a younger....Gold was the thing.....Yellow Gold.....everyone wanted it, paid crazy amounts for it....bragged about it....you get the picture.  Don't get me wrong....yellow gold is stunning and should wear its beauty with pride.....but it does not stand alone in  the crowd.  There is another such Royalty.....a glow from a nearby friend.  In high school....the "It" girls all donned pieces from a particular, well known store that specialized in silver....the item to have at that time was a charm bracelet.  I loved the antique look that screamed I am someone....than, today and always.  I felt that burn....the call of bling that affects so many.  From there...I was a prisoner.....soon to discover white gold and eventually platinum.  Why does it capture us so?  It looks wonderful with colored beads and stones in a vast assortment and yet can rock......so to speak.....all on it's own.  It is fun to work with and I rather enjoy dressing it up or letting it barely peek around another medium.  How can you go resist the pull of silver.....the temptation to wear it?