Be Daring, my dear. However, first you must choose what "your"daring is cause there are so many types of daring. Is your daring trying new coffee, skydiving, sticking up for yourself or is it going to the movies alone? The defination of daring is; adventurous or audaciously bold. Well, truth be told, my kinda daring is eating an entire cheeseburger with onion rings loaded with ketchup. I live with Crohn's disease, an inflammatory bowel disease. I have been disabled with it just too damn long. Actually, being daring is how I got started in jewelry. After I left my beloved career in 2002 and sorta got my health back, my friend said to me, "Pamela, you better find something to do cause you are driving us stark raving mad!" Actually, I was going crazy. After 25 years of a pedal to the metal career/lifestyle, it all came to a halt one day at my doctor's office. He said if you continue to work, you'll be digging your own grave, Okay, I can take a hint just like the next person. This is exactly how it felt for me..imagine this, you are driving a Porsche or your favorite sports car in 5th gear with the top down, wind in your hair, on your head, if you're bald..the radio is blasting Jimi Hendrix full tilt, a gorgeous California sunny day, lots of curvy mountainous roads to grip and handle and then all of a sudden someone reaches into your car the throws it into first gear. Well, that's sums it up fairly well. I went skidding sideway, burning rubber, leaving blackmarks everywhere, my car, my life was spinning out of conrol like an unbalanced washing machine. I then realized that everything I had worked so hard for was getting sucked into the down draft..in pieces. Needless to say, it was not a pretty site. Once I was able to pick myself up and dust off my boots, I started looking around with a sense of wonderment, What could I do at home? Considering my new circumstance, it felt hopeless. I don't know about you, but I go jewelry shopping. It's a great cure for all that ails you, specially hopelessness. I happened to meandeered into a shop full of eye candy so it held some promise for me. I was admiring a beautiful necklace and almost passed out at the price! As I turned over the piece of jewelry in my hand, I knew in my heart that I could do the same thing...maybe, could I be so daring? I went online to a place called Rio Grande**. I did not know it then but today it's my favorite place to buy supplies. I read everything I could about creating jewelry and started creating my own pieces. The first piece I made was a cool wire choker with small vintage tags woven throughout the necklace. I walked in a store my aunt owned and a customer grabbed it, told me she loved it and asked the price...I was like deer in headlights..