I was a teenage Bowerbird

I love bowerbirds. They are those nest interior designers that tweak their abodes to attract the ladies. They collect flowers (that they refresh when they wilt), bottle caps, scraps of ribbon, berries... anything to make their bower an adequate expression of who they are. When a potential mate comes along they dance like banshees.

I am not much of a dancer, but one day I had my jewelry findings, glass bead remnants, and odds and ends spread out before me. I left my unhealthy production mode and entered the bowerbird worldview picking and weaving bits and pieces to make a necklace just how I wanted it. It was a little nutty but fun and I love my new necklace.

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