I Have Forsaken My Roots

Yes, it's true. I can no longer be considered Persian, due to a request I made to Andrew.

See, we haven't exchanged gifts or gone out to dinner or anything for our two year wedding anniversary (which was January 8th, in case you are curious), partly because Andrew was discharged from the hospital on the fifth.

So, a week or two ago, I turn to him and say, "If you were planning on getting me jewelry for our anniversary, I would rather have the little folding Louet spinning wheel." You know, for the trip to Rhinebeck that I'm trying to work out.

So there. I have forsaken bling and all my Persian-ness by asking for a new toy in lieu of gems or shiny metal. Although, at 6.5 lbs, it's the right weight to be Persian style jewelry.**



**Note to readers: Not all Persian jewelry is ugly and bulky, only the things that my "relatives" (I have a theory/dream that my father was adopted) bring for me.