Trouble Shooting for Your Esophagus

     "Katie, why on earth do you pull your hair back and cut it short?! Just shave it all off and get it over with, already!" Kind words such as these have been muttered to me by individuals who will remain unnamed for now and remain strangely applicable to the subject of cuffs and why you are going to go out right after this and purchase one.
     I am a necklace person. I wear giant, colorful necklaces that more than likely offend my employers, family members, and friends alike. I like to serve myself a big cup of lazy in the morning and perceivably spruce a rather ordinary outfit with an beautifully obnoxious statement necklace. Today was the day I did not feel like doing that. I no longer felt the urge to sport a heavy, jangling accessory around my throat. Instead, I reached into my drawer and grabbed a cuff. This gold cuff is absolutely overwhelmed with beautifully colored fake gems of every conceivable kind. It stays put on my arm, makes no noise, and could serve as an excellent defense mechanism. So, with my hot salmon colored sweater (that seems to be my color nowadays), army green pants, and nude flats with an unexpected hind bejeweling, I threw on my new cuff. No necklace, no nothin'. 
    The point I am trying to relate to my hair cut story will make sense within approximately twelve seconds. Basically, if you want to go for the less-is-more, low maintenance look that girly mothers usually disapprove of, throw on a cuff. Another favorite of mine, though I do not know if it yet exists, is a rounded off, concave, nude, plastic cuff to go with everything. A color that many people may associate with nothingness that also may provoke thoughts such as "why are you even wearing it if I can barely see it" can actually bring any outfit out. Instead of wearing a newly old-fashioned silver bracelet with a pop color outfit, throw on a nude cuff or bangle. Rather than showing people that you are Bar Mitzvah ready, you will find people appreciating your newly chic style.
     The moral of the story remains this: cuffs sporting million dollar jewels and even simple ones may now both reside peacefully on the bare arm of any accessory-frustrated individual. Wear them while taking a law exam, wear them to accounting class (I just did), wear them to dinner, and wear cuffs with a newly and happily freed esophagus.

I'm out.