Right around the time I left the non-profit world to play with pretty rocks for a living, apparently I hit my Saturn Return, which *handwaves* astrology something something chaos late twenties navelgazing dark blue and purple and the number seven? It’s been a while, y’all. Also I would just like to laugh semi-hysterically about how much worse it would get before it got better and can I just say that  I am enjoying the hell out of my forties? 

I still like fluorite and iolite and amethyst, though, and now I’m actually brave enough to spend staggering sums of money on really good beads like the sapphires that Tiny Wirebender Kyth was always too terrified to buy, so I used those instead of the firepolished glass beads that were in the original.