I'm sucking on peppermints so I can walk around this town I love as planned. I stopped in my favorite jewelry store where I was never allowed to buy anything. They have everything from estate jewelry to new fine jewelry to American Indian/Native American-made pieces. I tried on a ring, and the woman said, "You have the lovely long fingers to wear that." I always thought my hands were blocky. My ex called them "little kid hands." But look—I'm elegant! So I bought a ring.