Keys

Keys have suddenly become an interesting symbol for me.  This interest started around Christmas time when I couldn't think of what to buy my sister.  I went to this local, privately owned gift shop hoping beyond hope that she would just have something that would bridge the gap between my ignorance of what she would like and thoughtfulness.  I did find something, a liquid silver bracelet that I happened to love as well.  As I was checking out I noticed a bowl of random keys, and one had the word happiness on it and one had wisdom.  I asked aloud, "What do you think is more important, Happiness or Wisdom?" I still wasn't sure what I thought, since I think they are intertwined a bit, but for my sister I chose happiness since I already thought she was wise beyond her years and didn't think It was making her very happy at the time.

Last week I had a dream about my childhood home and the insecure feeling I had about all the doors being unlocked.  I also pointed out that my sister and I never had house keys.  I was not very happy that day, but pearls of wisdom came from all corners of the world and the next day, that wisdom was the key to my happiness.  Shortly after, I received a package in the mail from a very sweet and generous person named Courtney.  Inside was a key, cast in brass from recycled bullet shells.  The gesture alone got to me but what really freaked me out was that a key close to my heart, was the most appropriate trinket to remind me about the lessons I have learned so recently.

My outfit today was pretty much built around this gift.  I have also wanted to mix these prints for a while and thought the plain black dress would be the proper base to let everything else shine.  The picture of me and my sister was taken a week after my son was born (I am still physically trying to hold my stomach skin up since my muscles were severed in the C section.)