When I was a little girl, I took an unforgettable motor trip with my family through Southwestern United States. I bought my first turquoise jewelry at "curio shops" (as they were then known) which appeared in the least likely places along the road. But I first saw turquoise when I was even younger, sewn into brightly colored cotton skirts that my mother had bought from the Navajo Indians during her honeymoon in Santa Fe. Turquoise looked like a magic stone to me. Sometimes its color was almost green, and sometimes it was sky blue. It seemed to reflect water and sky, and it always seemed to look good on any man or woman who wore it. A few years ago, anticipating the "return to turquoise" in fashion---a regular occurrence, as we all know--I designed several pieces incorporating gold, silver, carnelian, pearls, even Tibetan charms I had picked up in Lhasa one summer. All of the pieces sold very quickly, and as it is my policy not to reproduce the same piece after a season, I offer only these as images to our readers who love turquoise.
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