She was a Wicken...and I was a Mormon.

My half neighbor Rae was talking about how Easter is a weird holiday. Her words revolved around a sentence like...

"Why the F*uck would i dye eggs and how does a rabbit tie into god and religion??"

Rae grew up a Wicken.

I've heard of that term of religion before from the movie He's Just Not that Into You, but it's the first time i've actually had an acquaintance refer to themselves as one...I've always thought it was a belief that was more along the lines of World of Warcraft.

Well, Its not. 

But it's cool, she doesn't understand the Holiday of Easter but regardless of whether you are religious or not OR know the meaning behind this holiday, why would anyone diss and be so anti against a perfectly good holiday?

or ANY holiday.

I grew up Mormon. So I grew up knowing Easter as the resurrection of Christ. However, now a days i don't go to church so its hard for me to really claim myself as any religion. But non the less, Easter is the Sh!t. 

I'm 23 and my oldest sibling is 30. The youngest person in my family is my sister in law Keisha who is 22 and my parents STILL have an Easter egg hunt. Call us immature but its actually way better because not only are there BIGGER eggs, but now there's money inside and its a big competition. Honestly i don't know what were going to do when my siblings start having babies... have 2 Easter egg hunts probably.

Anyway... To all you haters, lovers and atheists,

That Turquoise Color

Before i write a blog about my latest adventures which the majority of you probably don't care about, I noticed that to the right of this blog in my "About me" section i mention that,

"I'd die happy to drown in a pool of Turquoise."

Well I noticed that I don't have a single photo of me even wearing turquoise so i wanted to clear the air and let it be known that i have always LOVED turquoise even before this hippie, bohemian, fairy goddess trend became popular and even more, so i'll tell you why.

I'm Native American. Enough said.

Just kidding.. Ever since i was little my grandma has been sending me packages with turquoise/opal exc. jewelry she finds OR jewelry that belongs to our past down generation and it isn't until i was older that i understood the importance of my gifts. I have always loved wearing my jewelry except i have a tendency of losing it (rings essecially) or breaking the chains on my necklaces exc. So i try to just keep those things hidden away in my amoire for special events and what not.

Anyway, here are a few things either my mom or grandma have given me recently and i am obsessed! So keep em coming Gma!

 My mom gave me this heart shape turquoise necklace recently. Motherly Love..

 This is my grandmas Native American costume jewelry for Pow Wows and such. Soo gorgeous. Very Authentic I assure you.

 Beaded turquoise necklace from my mama. I remember her wearing everyday this when i was little.

And my newest addition from my grandma. I'm not sure what the stones are but one of her friends made it.. The feather bracelet next to it is just something i paired with it, its from H&M.

And just to dip into some of the odds and ends jewelry that lays around my house and no one really wears are these...

 These are my dads tie clip and cuff links that my grandpa gave him for my parents wedding..

 This is a belt buckle that my grandpa gave my dad.. I think the quarter is an interesting touch..

Here are a few of my favorite earrings that my mom has worn ever since i was little. They are all designed in the style of our tribe and i actually remember pulling on the long ones when she wore them when i was little.. I got the typical "Ow! You're yanking on my ears, Stop it!" haha..

and finally these some turquoise earrings my mom offered me but then remember that i don't have my ears pierced ha.. soo now they too just sit in her armoire. Probably my absolute favorite though.

Anyway, thse is just a few things. Unfortunately i had some really gorgeous pieces that were stolen from me. A couple turquoise and opal rings my uncle made and a BIG turquoise necklace that had been handed down for generations that was stolen from me. Stealing is lame so i hope you like my stuff. You're not welcome.