14 January 2010 - It's about time I did one of these. This shot was totally a last resort because I couldn't think of anything, but now I am glad I took it. Why? Something sad happened last night (nothing terribly tragic, but definitely worth the mention)--my Native American beaded bracelet that I am wearing in this picture (I noted which one it is) broke this morning while I was trying to untangle a hair tie. I promised my mom that I would cut off all my bracelets when I graduated from college, but I guess that one just couldn't last a few more months. Oh well. I got it at a Native American Art Museum back in Fall of 2008. It didn't mean a whole to me until I was in Italy last Spring and a friend of mine were checking out a hostel. The guy working there asked me which country was it from...at first I didn't know what to say, but then I replied--"America!" because though it wasn't the red, white, and blue, it was still American. I didn't know the tribe, but it was just as American as anyone else. I liked being able to say that and since then, I felt a special connection with that bracelet..a long with the others (they all have their own meanings, I noted them as well).
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