Try as I may, I am not a huge jewelry person. I have so much trouble justifying purchasing cheap costume baubles or stacks of bangles from chain stores. However, I do have a few favorite and most loved pieces I wear on the regular. This is because, like most things, I have a philosophy on jewelry. I believe jewelry should be worn like magic talismans. Rings should bring back memories of a favorite vacation (one of my best friends buys a new ring in every country she visits, isn't that the coolest idea!?), bracelets should be gifted with love from mothers to daughters, that sort of thing.
So instead of dripping with Forever21 buy-seven-get-six-free adornments, I choose to wear a select few pieces on the daily. Each one has a special meaning close to my heart and is worn with love.
If you ever see me on the street, I'll just tell you in advance: I am not engaged. I do wear two rings on both of my ring fingers, though (that finger just feels like it's where a ring should go! Don't psychoanalyze me!). On my left, I've been wearing this way-too-gorgeous-for-words moonstone piece. It was a birthday gift from my mother. My birthstone isn't moonstone (it's peridot, which I kind of loathe, sorry peridot), but moonstones remind me so much of my hippy-dippy mama. They're supposedly calming and grounding, which may be just a sort of placebo effect thing, but I take that to heart.
On my right, I never go a day without my Claddagh. Here's the story behind my Claddagh (this post is wordy isn't it?): once upon a time, I lived in Ireland for five months. I knew I wanted to commemorate my adventure with a Claddagh ring, but had several different ideas on where I wanted to buy this ring. On one hand, Claddaghs are only truly Claddaghs if they come from Claddagh country, Galway. On the other hand, I wasn't living in Galway, I was living in Cork, and so shouldn't my Claddagh be from Cork? I troubled myself with this dilemma for far too long, until my Papa offered to buy me one in my favorite museum EVER (The National History Museum of Archaeology-Dublin). I declined, adamant in my stance that my Claddagh would either come from Cork or Galway.
And right as we were about to leave, I made up my mind. It didn't really matter where my Claddagh came from, but the feeling it would give me in the future did. I knew I would love a ring from my Papa bought on the most wonderful trip ever more so than a ring bought because it should be bought in a certain place.
These are the dramas that make up my life, folks.
As far as neck decor goes, I usually wear this skull necklace, brought back from Mexico as a gift. If I'm going to be honest, a large part of why I wear it so often is because I feel like a badass when I do.
This ultra blinged out Michael Kors watch was a birthday gift back when blinged out Michael Kors watches were the thing. I still love it, as I associate it with a sunny autumn weekend in September when my grandmother, mother, and little sister all came to visit me in Omaha. The bangle is one I've been wearing since 8th-freaking-grade. My mama gave it to me and I think it looks so chic when worn alone.
And finally, my hamsa. I also have a really gorgeous silver hamsa from the heart of Prague's Old Jewish Quarter, but return to this Venice boardwalk option always. A protection piece from the California coast, salvaged from a stand with my best Nebraskan friend, I always wear this bracelet when I need a little extra oomph to get me through the day.
What about you? What are your philosophies on jewelry? The more the merrier, or do you selectively pick a few favorites?