I live in Cowboy Land. I'm not sure how I ended up HERE; I don't like country music, I don't own boots, livestock, a Catahoula, or a rhinestone belt.
And I don't wear big jewelry. Or bling. Ever.
The local fashion now is big chunky chokers, with assorted rough tumbled gems the size of five pieces of Dubble Bubble chewed into a wad, and stuffed under the corner table of the local Dairy Queen.
I am hiding from Lady E, the sleep inducer. I haven't made jewelry in at least 18 months. Tonight, I pulled out my carton of beading crap tonight, and made a "western" necklace. It's not big enough for local standards, but it works for me. Yee-frickin-haw.