Sorry, no Friday post (yet again) and no YSL (yet).
I've been distracted. Although my trip away to Denver was a success for me and even went well for G, there were still a few problems. I came home to a really dirty house (what only 4 days?) and I am now fighting an ant invasion. I am dealing with it, and working on new routines and procedures for the caregivers as well.
In the meantime, inspired by Duchesse's post on Thursday about the exceptions to her "Wear Real" mantra, I thought I would do a quick post on the few pieces of plastic and acryllic jewelry that survived the pre-move purge, all of which I wear frequently.
I am often drawn to the colors of lucite jewelry in the summer. I am particularly attracted to the work of Alexis Bittar although I haven't actually purchased any. That doesn't mean I don't own a piece however. G gave me this bracelet 3 years ago for my 51st birthday, and although I actually had mixed feelings at the time, I can also admit that it has been heavily worn every summer since. In fact this bracelet started a new fascination with white and soft pastels in jewelry and I have slowly added to this collection in the time since. As you can see, the gold-tone metal is already scratched and does not have the kind of patina that real gold would acquire, but the bracelet is still lovely and I Iove wearing it, although I am not convinced it is going to be a piece for the long haul.
But you never really know what will survive the ravages of time and what will not. I purchased these little plastic disk earrings in the mid-80's. I think they were the first pair of earrings I purchased for myself after I had my ears pierced and I still wear them today. They are light and fun and make me happy. They also obviously need a good cleaning...
Last, but far from least is this bracelet which is made up of old plastic and bakelinte buttons from the early half of the 20th century, sewn on wide black elastic. Of my three plastic pieces, this is the one I have worn the most. However it is too dark and too hot to wear in the summer here, and it may become a seasonal piece, no less loved, but somewhat less frequently worn.
I find that the older I get the less I am interested in people and things that pretend to be things they are not. This applies to all kinds of things, "fake" antiques, imitation food, and even costume jewelry. I am not particularly attracted to gold-tone, or silver-tone metals in jewelry or plastics or glass that pretend to be something else. It is not that I object to the existence of costume jewelry, just that it does not fit my own interests or my own sense of what is important. That doesn't mean that I don't like inexpensive jewelry. I have and love pieces that incorporate river rocks, leather, silk, cotton and other inexpensive materials. But they don't pretend to be something they are not. I will admit that I wouldn't turn down a honkin-sized emerald or diamond studs the size of headlights, but there are a lot of less expensive options that fit much more seamlessly into my life. What makes me happy about these plastic pieces is that they are exactly themselves. They probably have no intrinsic value, but neither are they claiming to be anything more than what they are.
What are your feelings about jewelry? Is jewelry just another accessory to be indulged in at whim? Or is it something to treasure? Something that speaks to your authentic self or just a fun treat?