as a kid daddy didn't have a whole lot a friends. so sadly trips to "the rock shop" in evanston were a big thrill (i even asked for rocks for christmas). ANYWAY i treated these rocks like the friends i didn't have. i took care of them. i counted them. i researched them. i labeled them. I occasionally played rock dress-up. i proudly displayed them on a set of shelves in my bedroom.
but then in high school, when i became devastatingly popular, i put them in storage so my lonely past could no longer haunt me.
but you know what? NOW I'M READY TO TAKE THEM OUT AGAIN.
ps baby- we are selling rocks and gems at store. deal with it.
photo from t magazine