About insalty

Recovering after a soured relationship involved a long, hard look in the mirror and some self-actualization. I was unaccustomed to being called names, particularly the C-word. It took me years to stop cringing every time I heard it, but now I embrace it and wear a derivative proudly on my wrist. Words can mean nothing and everything all at the same time.

Now, I hand-make these semi-precious, slightly salty insult bracelets in a sleepy beach town on the Florida Coast.