I have always admired those fine chains, those delicate bands, those feminine studs. I have always thought pretty, pretty at the single diamond solitaire twinkling at the hollow of the neck. I recognize the light-as-a-feather bangle paired with the watch, and understand the demure pearls clasped on the ears. So discreet, so elegant, so mother-approved. Evidence of sweet avowals of love on appropriate occasions. Lovely, lovely.
Yes, I have always admired that approach. Always.
But as for me…that is another matter altogether.
The piles of bracelets, the multiple rings, the earrings that reach my shoulders. The talismans, the amulets, the gris-gris purchased in Turkish boutiques or Yemeni outposts or in Lao online shops. The chunky, the tribal, the mysterious. That’s what I wear. Yes, that’s what I wear every day.
Some of my favorite ethnic chic jewellers:
PS Tell me the tales of your jewelry. I'd love to hear.