#Whitby jet

[boylerpf]

Antique Victorian Carved Whitby Jet Rose Heart Pendant

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[artofjewellery]

The thousands of years of history and folklore behind Whitby jet probably deserve a blog post of it's own - there's far more to this dramatic gemstone than Victorian period jewellery.

As a gem cutter I have to specially prepare my workspace when I get Whitby jet gemstone in, as while it's gorgeous and shiny after it's finished, the actual process to cut, grind and polish it is incredibly dirty and brown sludge can go everywhere!

The inspiration for this handmade silver pendant was one of roots, and how things are intertwined and woven together to create a unique new story - very apt in this case as Whitby jet was originally a type of ancient driftwood which became saturated with bitumen or 'woven together' in a sense, by what would have been powerful geological forces many years ago, to create this fascinating and dramatic stone.

[renzaslasher]

yoooo I went out to whitby today and I got some new additions to my wardrobe (the floor), an opalite pendant, a little shard of obsidian and A BIG ASS MOSASAUR TOOTH FOSSIL :DDDD I love this thing so much

[vigilskeep]

it very much IS canon!

murmuring to myself as i buy jet jewellery: this is not because kirkwall dragonage. there are other normaller reasons for this

[brookie9001]

The whole reason I got into making jewellery, and the specific choice to make things with bone, was because of The Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir. I wanted bone jewellery after reading about it in Gideon the Ninth and seeing all the cool artwork people made, with a bone rosary very much standing out. Finally decided to take the project on recently and here it is! The beads are a mixture of carved bone, lava beads, and Whitby jet all strung together using silver wire I chained together. It's not quite a book accurate piece, and I will be making something closer to that too, but I loved making this big ol' fancy rosary and I'm so happy with how it turned out!

[eyra]

I hope you’ll forgive my selfishness, but I am dying to ask: What did Remus think the first time he saw Sirius in Beneath a Big Blue Sky??

today is your lucky day. I've mentioned a few times that I've dabbled in the possibility of one day writing more bits and pieces in the Beneath a Big Blue Sky world. whether or not this will ever all see the light of day I'm not sure, but since you asked, I'll share a little snippet of Remus and Sirius meeting for the first time - from Remus's point of view.

enjoy 🐑🐑 x

“Mr Lupin, is it?”

Christ.

Remus nods slowly, shaking the other boy's hand. "If you like," he mutters. If I must be, he thinks. What a mess. What an absolute pain in the arse. "Two strong lads," Lyall had asked the agency for, and Remus knows because he was in the next room listening, and still smarting over the fact that his old dad wanted to hire help anyway. "We'll be reet," Remus had insisted, shaking out his left arm in proof that his shoulder was mostly healed, which it was. They would've managed: he still had his other arm, and all the ewes looked in good health so far, and bringing in two strangers to help run the season seemed like a fine waste of money to Remus and something they'd not done since he'd turned fifteen and proven that he was good and capable of handling just as much work as Lyall during the lambs, and he'd felt all kinds of embarrassed when Lyall had implied that this year he might need some help. As if he were now a problem to be solved, or somehow less of a man this year than he was last year, and certainly less than he ought to be.

But if they must get help - if Lyall must hire someone for a few months - then at the very least Remus had hoped that the workers who arrived would be up to the job. A couple of veterinary students, or something; someone who knew their way around a sheep, and it hadn't seemed too big an ask. As it is, the two boys standing dumbly in front of him on the station platform look less suited to farm work and more like they should be standing in a shop window somewhere, with their brand new boots and spotless, neatly-pressed cream trousers. Cream trousers, and all.

Remus remembers, one night in the late winter not long after the accident, being laid up in his bed in front of the fuzzy little television Hope had insisted on setting up in his room to keep him occupied during his recovery. It had a remote held together with Sellotape and a funny round aerial which didn't quite pick up the Freeview signal, and he'd been mindlessly flicking through the scant channels when he'd happened upon some reality programme or other; something about a load of toffs titting about London with daft haircuts and those cream trousers, and he wonders now if the two boys standing in front of him have seen the show, or realise how ridiculous they look.

Or at least, one of them looks ridiculous. The lanky one with the glasses and the palm that's far too smooth to have seen any real work in its life. He's still beaming down at Remus with a sort of manic smile, which sets Remus's teeth on edge - man looks insane - and then Remus lets his eyes slip away to the shorter boy standing next to him. And he's something else altogether. He's all cheekbones and soft, shoulder-length hair, the colour of Whitby jet, and it's tucked on the one side back behind his ear and then there's one pretty strand hanging loosely over his brow, and he's watching Remus uncertainly and when they make eye contact - when the noise of the four-by-four across the car park fades away to static, and the train on the platform huffs out a great cloud of smoke that Remus doesn't see - Remus feels his cheeks grow hot under his tan and something funny happens in his throat, and he thinks to himself: "Wow," and then, straightaway: "That’s bloody inconvenient."

They drive back to the farm in silence, mostly, and Remus swallows three times before asking the boy in the back seat for his name. Sirius, as it turns out; the dog star, and Remus suddenly recalls a night a decade ago when they'd been up on the fell and the air had been balmy and close and Lily had been reading out of that funny old book about the constellations. "What's that one?" Remus had muttered, pointing at a cluster of stars somewhere over the top paddock. Lily had yawned, and flicked over a few more pages. "Canis Major," she'd said around another yawn, and then: "That bright one's called Sirius, it says here," and Remus had squinted up at it, and frowned, and thought it was pretty good, as stars go. 

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[eriebasin]

A pair of c1880 Victorian-era drop earrings with enamel and pearl tops and gold capped Whitby jet spike pendants. Built in bloomed 14K yellow gold. 

Whitby jet is a form a fossilized coal that was prized in the Victorian era, particularly for use in mourning jewelry. 

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[detournementsmineurs]

"Mourning Jewellery" by C. J. Packer with "French jet" as dark-red glass from Bohemia (circa 1870) and "Set of Jewellery" with Whitby jet (circa 1870) presented in “A History of Jewellery: Bedazzled (part 5: 19th Century)” by Beatriz Chadour-Sampson - International Jewellery Historian and Author - for the V&A Academy online, march 2024.

[cakesandfail]

I'm back from my holiday! Here is a summary:

Pretty sure my mother in law has ADHD

My partner's 95yo great aunt is both extremely cool AND bought me a necklace with a jet bead and a little dangly bat

My dog got a whole ten minutes off the lead at the beach and all he did was amble about and get lost in the long grass on the sand dunes

We got a flat tyre on the way back from Whitby, five minutes from our accommodation, the night before we were due to leave. It couldn't be fixed until 3pm the next day because the hire car company is shit, so I got home 6h later than planned last night

Also, this:

[angronsjewelbeetle]

Just to let you know I thought about Whitby Jet earlier and thanks to you I immediately imagined Konrad and Corvus having a sitcom slapfight over who gets to use it in a ring:

Yes

[allofmystudentsrunaway]

here is some pretty amazing victorian whitby jet beadwork that was donated at my work today (i work for a local air ambulance charity). its what is left of a mourning cloak. Doubt we can ethically sell this (if i put it on our ebay somebody will buy it for the beads and destroy the beautiful beadwork so i will try and find it a museum home)

[dracula-dictionary]

Dracula Dictionary, July 24th

Bay of Biscay: the part of the Atlantic Ocean immediately north of Spain and west of France

round robin: a petition or protest on which the signatures are arranged in a circle in order to conceal the order of signing

Whitby: a seaside town in the north of England

the Crescent: a street in Whitby

viaduct: a type of bridge that consists of a series of arches supporting a long elevated road

piers: the pillars that a viaduct's arches rest on

Nuremberg: a city in the south of Germany, one of several german cities that are known for their fachwerk houses that Mina references

Danes: the people of Denmark. Danish vikings are known to have raded English settlements in the 8th and 9th century

Marmion: a long poem that deals with love, betrayal, and revenge and is partially set at Whitby Abbey; at some point in the story a nun is sealed inside of a wall for breaking her vows, however this actually takes place at Lindisfarne, an island that is signifiantly closer to the Scottish border than Whitby

white lady: the ghost of a woman that typically appears inside houses wearing a white dress

parish: a part of a the territory that is overseen by a bishop, with its own church and a designated priest

Kettleness: a hamlet by the sea, just northwest of Whitby

shoals away: becomes shallow

Waterloo: a city in Belgium, previously belonging to the Netherlands, where Napoleon was defeated for the final time in 1815

fash masel: worry myself

them things be all wore out: Those are tired stories

comers and trippers: tourists

feet-folks: people who travel on foot

jet: a type of gemstone

creed aught: believe anything

fool-talk: nonsense

gang: go

ageeanwards: towards

crammle aboon the grees: climb up the stairs

belly-timber: food

sairly: badly

[eyra]

One Day in the Spring - eyra - Harry Potter [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: 1/1 - complete Words: 4,123 Fandom: Harry Potter Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Additional Tags: Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, Internalized Homophobia, Pining, Spring, Farming, Sheep, Alpacas, Yorkshire Series: Part 2 of Beneath a Big Blue Sky He's all cheekbones and soft, shoulder-length hair, the colour of Whitby jet, and it's tucked on the one side back behind his ear and then there's one pretty strand hanging loosely over his brow, and he's watching Remus uncertainly and when they make eye contact - when the noise of the four-by-four across the car park fades away to static, and the train on the platform huffs out a great cloud of smoke that Remus doesn't see - Remus feels his cheeks grow hot under his tan and something funny happens in his throat, and he thinks to himself: "Wow," and then, straightaway: "That’s bloody inconvenient."

Every now and then, I'm asked what Remus made of Sirius when they met on that very first day. Wonder no more: here's the first day again - from Remus's perspective.

Enjoy 🐑 x

[moonglowgoth]

Having the kind of night where I can’t stop thinking about the little cottage I stayed in in Whitby last year, with the jacuzzi bath jets that got me off in less than 60 seconds.

I need to go back.

[sekihamsterdiestwice]

The best purchase of the year!

(Disclaimer: this whitby jet Maltese cross is a typical example of mourning jewelry in Victorian era which does not represent any political view or belief.)

[boylerpf]

Victorian Carved Whitby Jet Lily of the Valley Heart Brooch

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