Today the rare occasion came around when I looked down at my arms and they were completely empty. One lone ponytail holder sat on my left wrist awaiting some friends to join him. I hate having bare wrists; I feel naked and exposed. I quickly rushed to my drawer and rummaged through my jewelry until I found a nice collection of friends to occupy my arm. The way I think of it is that there is always a little space on my arm for a bracelet, no matter what the occasion or outfit.