1/10/09
Teeny Hands
I am a teeny thing. Small head (the glasses I wear I bought from the children's section of the shop), small hands, small (but still tall) frame. I am 95 pounds dripping wet, mostly because I have teeny bones (I'd be 120 easy if I had adult sized bones). So me kicking arse is not in the realm of possibility--I think that's why I like vampire novels (and Laurell K. Hamilton) so much. Vamps, no matter their size, can always kick ass. But I digress.
Lately I have been in search of rings. I am trying to get over my ring phobia. It's not really a phobia of rings, I have issues with things on my hands because I might lose them (or throw them away when I toss trash). Between having child-like hands and actually throwing multiple retainers in the school lunch trash (and finally having to retrieve one out of a stinky hot dumpster), I don't wear rings, even a wedding ring. It's hard to find rings in my size: 4.5. It's hard to want to plunk down cash on something pretty because who wants to throw away money OR pretties.
I don't know if it's because I have envy or what: but I want a ring too! Then there's that wee voice in my head: but you might lose it! So, I thought: maybe if I buy inexpensive cheap rings. I don't mind losing rings that cost me 10 bucks...okay I would mind it but it wouldn't hurt as much as a 50 dollar or 100 dollar or gasp 500 dollar ring.
I recently bought a cute ring as Walmart. They keep their cheap rings on special theft devices so it's hard to try on. I had been haunting their ring aisle for months trying to find the smallest, prettiest ring they had. Hard, very hard. Well, I finally found one. Got home. Too big. Sadly, having kids hasn't made my fingers bigger: size 5 is just too big. It fits on my middle finger, but I want a ring for my ring finger. Hey, I am married: I ought to have a ring on my ring finger.
I've been searching etsy. Found some pretty ones: but I hate shopping online for pretty things. Books I can do--I know what books will look and feel like. Many times I find myself full of regret from my online purchases. I hate regret. To me regret is a small taste of what hell might be like. I also don't want to feel like a freak: once again it is too big.
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