I’m really not sure when or why my passion in jewelry started. I do know it goes way back. Rings were my early obsession (and still are). I loved looking at them on others and always wanted to wear them. I wore inexpensive adjustable rings as a little girl. Plastic or cheap metal ones. The kind that would turn my finger green over night. I knew I wouldn’t be getting ‘real’ rings at that age, but I did covet them. One of my childhood girlfriends got a birthstone ring as a gift from her parents and I so wanted one like it. The ‘stone’ was colored glass and the metal plated, but that didn’t matter. I must have made my desires known to my friend, because for my birthday she and her mother took me to the department store where she got hers and bought me one in my birthstone. I still have that ring today, scuffed up and lackluster after so much wear. It meant the world to me at the time. I’ve had pieces handed down to me from my grandmothers, aunts, and mother. All unique and carry their own story. Once when I was admiring a ring my aunt was wearing she took it off and gave it to me right then. It was a birthstone ring she had purchased in Italy, her native country (we shared the same birthstone). I was so surprised by and appreciative of her gesture. I wore it for a long time and cherish it. My husband knows all too well my love of jewelry and has given me so many lovely pieces over the years. I love them all… and him too. It’s wonderful to have a spouse that more than tolerates my jewelry hobby. When I was a young teen, mood rings became the fad (mid 70s). Of course I had to have one and got an inexpensive version. I thought it was, in the vernacular of the day, neat. I wish I still had it. Jewelry is not just something that adorns a person, but can carry with it sentimental value that is worth more than any monetary amount.
I have drawers and boxes full of fashion (junk?!) jewelry I’ve amassed over the years even after having donated quite a bit to charitable yard sales and Goodwill. Still, when I go to antique shops or flea markets the jewelry booths are my favorite stops. I like to linger over the cases of antique fashion pins or Bakelite bangles. Maybe I’ll find a hidden treasure I think. Rare now to find a bygone trinket at a bargain. I’ve bought a few faves, the ‘just can’t live without’ pieces, but mostly I’m just a looky-loo. Now I have loads of earrings, necklaces, bracelets that I’ve made for myself. I still like to buy rings however. That is something I haven’t mastered making, nor do I really want to. It’s fun to go on the hunt.
Pondering over beads and coffee….. “The ring has awoken, it’s heard its master’s call” – Gandalf The Lord of the Rings (JRR Tolkien)
Ciao! ~Holly G