Every woman has a cowgirl side, whether its out there in the open or some where deep inside their heart.
Because being a cowgirl is about so much more then just riding horses, and knowing the lay of the land. It’s about the strength that comes from the soul, as tough as boot leather when times get rough. Having humility from knowing you’re just a small part of a much grander plan. It is when a woman feels a wide open space and is comfortable with where she stands.
These pieces were all influenced by a love for the country and the majestic beauty of horses… perfect necklaces to show off your inner cowgirl spirit. Free as an unbridled horse running wild.
The is so much inspiration to be found in the country life style, from the iconic lucky horseshoe symbol, to the classic mantras of old time cowgirls… like, “worship your wild soul“…. “always saddle your own horse” and so many more… sayings to live by and learn from!
PS. Always remember to always embrace your inner cowgirl
I was speaking to a friend today who never goes on vacation. Ever. In fact she never leaves NYC unless she is going for work. She has lived there for her whole life.
I asked her how she was doing…and she said. “Fabulous. I am going to Rome & Croatia today.” I started laughing….”Really…ok…wow…I am so proud of you…you will love Rome. You have to live your life. Sometimes we leave things that we want to do for “later”. And then “later” we are too old and too feeble. Or life gets in the way and later never comes. No one wants to do Rome in a walker.”
She said to me…”Yes. Finally I get. My later is not tomorrow anymore. My Later is Right Now.”…
I thought that was brilliant.
My Later is Right Now.
Not when I have time. Not when it is more convenient. Not next year. Right. Now. I have officially adopted this policy as of today.
This is Cecilia. A friend of hers passed along her inspirational story and I am humbled to share it with you.
On July 4th 2010, when Cecilia was 17 years old she and her brother Joe were in a terrible and devastating car accident while heading home from their family farm. At some point during the drive the car lost control and in spite of Joe’s attempt to take control of the wheel the car spun out, and crashed in to a tree.
Cecilia, still conscious after the accident found her self cemented between the crushed steel of the car. Her legs were completely stuck and she looked over to the driver’s seat to see her brother Joe left completely unconscious, and his jaw entirely detached from his face.
Frightened and in shock, a sense of hope finally arrived with a team of firemen and paramedics. Their parents also made it to the scene, but were urged to go immediately to the hospital while the firemen worked on Cecilia and her brother Joe.
Cecilia remembers talking to her mother at the scene…
“She was going like hold on, it’s going to be alright, ” remembers Cecilia. “We’ll meet you in St. Louis and I was like Mom, don’t leave me. Don’t leave me here. And she had to go.”
It took two long and arduous hours to pry free Cecilia’s mangled legs from the strong steel of the vehicle. Once they were free from the car, both brother and sister were air lifted to the hospital. That night Cecilia was told that her brother Joe was most likely not going to make it, and if she did make it that her legs would probably have to be amputated.
Joe went into a coma, while Cecilia endured four surgeries in which she had 4 titanium rods and over 30 metal screws placed into her legs and right ankle. She then slowly began her journey on the road to recovery, with a great deal of physical therapy and rehabilitation.
Her tremendous courage pushed her to persevere through all that she faced. Cecilia always had a great love for singing and for riding horses. She sang through out her treatment and dreamed of one day being able to get back on her horse and go riding…
Her brother eventually came out of his coma 2 months after the accident, and is by some miracle on the long road to recovery, with minor memory difficulties.
After a year-long journey, with her will to overcome immense obstacles and the support she received from family and friends she is not only walking, but she is also saddling and riding her horse!
She wears our bracelet etched with the old cowgirl saying, ‘Always saddle your own horse’, as a constant reminder of what she has accomplished since her accident.
Thank you to Cecllia, her family and friends for sharing this incredible story with us… We make our jewelry to inspire others…but a lot of times it goes the other way around…others inspire us with their strength, fortitude and reverie.
Every girl grows up with dreams, one of them usually being to find her prince charming, fall in love and live happily ever after.
Refuse to believe the modern day cynics who tell you your dreams are unrealistic and that Mr. Wonderful doesn’t exist. True love is elusive & rare & hard to find…but in the end Love really is where it’s at. Don’t allow the jaded hearts out there to interfere with your destiny. Believe in fairy tales.
And never settle for anything less then butterflies…
And with that comes the talk of resolutions. For most people it is the usual…“oh, this year I wish I could lose weight, make money, while I sleep”…or something along those lines.
So this year I have decided that instead of the tired old cliche resolutions…that are mostly engineered to benefit ourselves. Ourselves. And pretty much only Ourselves.
What would happen if we flip our thinking completely around.
New Year’s Resolutions to benefit others instead of ourselves. What a wonderful place this could be?
How about resolving to dedicate time to a charity. And give back. Promise to wake up every morning and do one nice thing for your husband everyday. Or your kids. Call your mom. Pay a friend back. Be selfless. For a change.
Or how about standing & opening a door for someone…instead of letting just slide shut? A smile for some random stranger who looks like they could really use it. A push for someone who’s car broke down in the middle of the road, instead of driving right by.
Giving. Helping. Being a good neighbor. A good friend. Even when it is not really the most convenient time. Even when there is nothing in it for you. Practice being selfless in this sea of selfishness we live in. That we seem to be awash in.
You may ask why. Why this big epiphany? Why bother?
A common theme had seeped onto my radar last year. I felt that “me, me, me-ness” is reaching a whole new level in our society. And is becoming the norm.
Like when I fell off my bike this summer because a car stopped short in front of me…
As I lay with my shoulder and knee bleeding on the side of the bike path, trying to untangle myself from my bike…no less than 20 other bikers cruised by me. Not one person even asked if I was ok. Not one. Four grown men stood putting their sufboards into their car across the road while I struggled to put the bike chain back on.
I felt sick to my stomach. Not because I had torn up my shoulder and knee…(two weeks before my wedding..and my future mother-in-law was going to wrap me in bubble wrap). Not because I was covered with blood & grease because I had no idea how to put my bicycle chain back on.
I was sick to my stomach due to the lack of humanity. I thought to myself…”are we really so disconnected as a society that we have ceased to notice anything that does not involve us”. It scared me. A lot.
Or, more recently on a tiny commuter flight to Chicago where you have to gate check your carry-on bag because the plane cannot accommodate overhead bags.
As all of us stood on the jet way ramp waiting for our bags, the two gate attendents where talking about how they had been unemployed for so long. How much they got for unemployment. How they should have got more for longer etc….Well, you get the drift.
This went on for five minutes before the gate rolled up and the carry on luggage arrived on a cart. Three rows high. Two suitcases deep on each row.
The two gate attendants responsible for dispersing the luggage rolled up the gate, stepped to the side and announced “get your bags”…and continued their in depth conversation about unemployment, instead of doing their actual jobs.
So a few people wandered up, eventually managed to fish out their luggage and left. There was a long line of people. An elderly lady was next.
She was no less than 75, small as a bird & frail. She walked up and I heard her say…”oh dear, mine is way up there in the back”. She can barely reach the top …much less take all the luggage out of the way to get to hers. But she begins to try.
It is clear that she has neither the height nor the strength to do this. And that it most likely is going to fall on her head when she tries.
EVERYONE can see this. Not just me. Well, everyone except the two airline employees that are still engrossed in their fascinating conversation and neglecting their jobs.
I look around. There are 20 people standing there. At least 8 grown men. All of which are closer than me to her. Watching. All doing nothing. Two airline employees. Doing nothing.
I get that same sick feeling in my stomach. Like I just lost hope in all humanity.
I throw my bags on the floor. I walk over and grab the luggage that is now hovering over her head and I put it down and fish hers out of the top back. As I am doing this I say “this is ridiculous…you should all be ashamed of yourselves….grown men watching an elderly lady wrestle with her bags. And you two…(airline employees) …no wonder you were unemployed. Not shocking.”.
The elderly lady thanks me profusely. The grown men turn 20 shades of red. And the airline employees never noticed.
So there you have it.
My New Year’s Resolution.
Be better. Be aware of something or someone other than yourself.
We are so very lucky to have had you. You are braver than most of us. And we thank you for that…perhaps not often enough. We celebrate you as heroes and we do take you for granted. Hopefully this is the one day we do not.
My brother was in the Air Force. He wanted nothing more than to be a pilot. But his eyesight was not 20/20 so that was not meant to be. He did not let this get in his way. So he applied for the ROTC program in his freshman year in college. He was turned down.
In October of that year they offered him a spot…someone had dropped out. He accepted gladly…still trying to make his way to his dream. My brother went on to become wing commander of his ROTC group. He then went on to become the youngest Lt. Colonel ever in the Airforce. And one of the youngest Colonel’s in the Airforce. His family has made great sacrifice to this country…often moving every year or so to some other base. Not easy with three kids. Often doing without their father for long periods of time. Not easy for anyone. And all from someone who was not their first pick.
Great things often come from unexpected places.
I am very proud of my brother and to all of the men & women who do things everyday that the rest of us, if we are being totally honest, would not.
And on this day…remember “In war, there are no unwounded soldiers”…Jose Narosky