Just one confession today: I’m totally digging this geode fad. I hate to admit when I love something I didn’t think of first (yes, I tend to think of EVERYTHING first), but this might be one of those times. Well, sort of.
When I was little I was obsessed with rocks and minerals, brightly colored or not. I still remember one of the first members of my mineral collection was a piece of plastic-covered cardboard that had rocks glued onto it, scientific names clearly displayed underneath. I freaked when I got a rock tumbler for my birthday, and sent the house astir with the days-long cycle of cleaning, shaping, and polishing the rocks in the noisy, tiny contraption. Soon I’d have a nice collection of polished tigers-eyes to glue onto pin posts for my mom (special occasion or not!). So lucky.
Weird kid stories aside, I’ve always had a love for rocks, minerals, geodes, whatever. These thinly cut geodes that are popping up on every hipster’s body both drive me nuts and make me yearn.