I’ve been thinking about your your bangle score at target and about my lack of jewelry and what that really means. Here are my conclusions: As much as I look at pictures of necklaces and earrings all the time – the fact that I don’t own any (anything wearable anyways) must mean that it is not really a priority of mine. It must mean that I cherish the dinner that I spent $120 on much more than I would cherish a pretty, shiny, delicate little bird of a necklace laying lightly on my neck. I think that my desire to increase my bling collection is an attempt to understand and feel more connected to my femininity. And because it is a foreign enterprise for me I don’t really know where to start. It just doesn’t come naturally to me. This doesn’t mean I’m giving up, on the contrary! I will continue to search out pieces that speak to me and I will try harder to forego the beautiful, fleeting meal and opt for the longevity of precious metals. In the mean time I’m wondering what makes jewelry valuable? Is it the price? Is it that you are able to buy it yourself or that someone else buys it for you? Or is it that there is a history behind it? I have no idea, but I’m liking the jewelry I scored from my Grandma this last weekend. She has SO much jewelry. My papa used to buy her rings that looked like cartoon style engagement rings – you know with the huge stone and nothing else, he didn’t really care that they weren’t real and neither did she. They were valuable because he gave them to her. So I increased my bling collection with un-fancy, old pieces that look like they might have been made in the 70’s. When I wear them I’ll think of my Grandma, I think that makes them better than anything I’ve seen twinkling at Bloomingdales.
