Back Pain is a Pain in the Back

Wait for it – ah, there it is! The worlds tiniest violin playing me a song. Oh, and I just typed “violion” – if not for auto spell check what would become of my ability to write, or perhaps, even speak? But first . . .

Back Pain is a Pain in the Back

6a0115710fc794970c0148c690567b970c-320wiMy back hurts. It’s been bothering me since I started designing jewelry and using hammers and power tools and bending in awkward positions to string beads. It got worse when my 100lb rescue dog never quite learned how to stop pulling. It certainly worsened when I picked up my first DSLR camera and took to the woods and ocean, taking pictures of everything, ignoring my back when it told me to stop attempting to take pictures of things very small and things very large.

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Minimalism & My Mom

About a year ago, my mom comes over, the conversation went something like this:

Mom (her eyes scanning my kitchen): “You really have a lot of stuff.”

Me “Would you please stop going through my kitchen drawers?”

Mom “I’m just checking to see if you have any of my cutlery. I’m missing two spoons”

I consider the irony in this comment as we move to my indoor studio area.

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