I’ve never been an enthusiastic jewelry collector. Like socks, I never can seem to find just the right thing to go with whatever I’m wearing. One of my sisters (both, maybe?) prefers to wear only fine jewelry, and she does have lovely taste. I, however, am eclectic, and you’re liable to run into me wearing sparkly diamond earrings and a wooden WalMart bracelet. Whatever seems to work at that moment.
There’s also the cost issue. If given a choice, I’ll take a shiny new bathroom, a new roof, or a new front door over a diamond ring, any day.
That’s not to say I’m against receiving jewelry as a gift. Oh, no, indeed. I love a sparkly prezzie as much as the next girl. I just would feel too guilty to buy it for myself–especially if the roof is in disrepair.
I like jewelry that has meaning. One of my very favorite pieces is my charm bracelet. Charm bracelets go in and out of style, but that doesn’t matter to me. The only prohibition I have against wearing it is when I’m also wearing knit clothes. My sweet husband bought me a cupid with a bow and arrow that tends to catch.
Other charms: A revolver that I had fitted with a clasp so that I could remove it for air travel. Seriously. A book that’s a memento from my BFF for the publication of Isabella Moon. A snowflake for our time in Michigan. A cross, a star of David, and a mustard seed, for faith. A Christmas tree for our 20 years of Christmas tree adventures (I’ll talk about that some other time.). A maple leaf for Four Days, the film Pinckney wrote that was shot in Canada. A star for our time in Roanoke. A slot machine for my 40th birthday trip to Vegas with my sisters. Golf clubs. A watering can. A Fisherman’s Wharf memento. A set of wedding rings for our tenth anniversary. And my two favorites: A miniature of the fountain in Cincinnati’s Fountain Square; and a Longhorn head, which recalls a private joke.
Here’s the Shiny Object:
The best (and maybe only) Agrijewelry website, ever. Such a thing could only be conceived in Texas, don’t you agree?
I came across the site while I was doing web research on cotton bolls for a novel and was captivated.
I want this because we live down the road from a winery:
This, because we used to live on Pinckney’s parents’ dairy farm:
This, because it’s gold. And it’s a llama.
The cotton boll earrings. They’re dangly, too. I love dangly.
Aside from the my Longhorn charm, the only other agriwear/jewelry I have is a spider pendant, because I’ve been told I’m spooky. And a few random rabbit pins, for Easter and whatever.
It seems I have gaps in my wardrobe. If you’re thinking of my birthday, any of the above would suit me much better than cow socks. Definitely.