Nowadays when we ladies collect “rocks,” we mean jewels, or at
least overpriced crystals. I’m not sure I put any credence in different
minerals having properties that they impart to the wearer – I just find them
pretty. But collecting rocks is nothing new for me, since I had quite a
collection as a kid. Some were very pretty, and some were cool because they had
fossils in them (the little creek in our backyard was a hotbed of fossils of tiny
sea creatures), but some were just so weird that I had to bring them home. One
looked just like a hard-boiled egg that had been sliced in half the long way,
and one was the size and shape of a doorknob with a strange indentation in it
that looked just like a keyhole. How did those ever get created? I wish I knew
where they were now, but they probably got dumped back out into the Great
Outdoors from whence they first came, so you will just have to imagine them.
Unless I actually come across them whenever Travalon and I get around to
cleaning out our garage, in which case I will be able to post a photo of these
really cool rocks.
Famous Hat
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