#wearing jewelry

[flapper-dai]

Shooting for KATEIGAHO January 2024 issue (x)(x)

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

This reminds me how almost as soon as he got it, my brother lost his class ring while walking to the swamp. He rushed back and we got out our two metal detectors, all of helping hunt. The ring was never found. I had already learned by then, usually the hard way, to never wear jewelry in the woods. Or the fields. Or out in the shop. Or swimming. Or at the river. Or to the beach. Or on the mountain. Or cooking. Or…. Well, basically, anywhere but the most sedate of indoor life.

And even then you can lose things. When I was a teenager I lost my beloved ankh (I’d been wearing it constantly since I was 6 or 7) and the Kennedy Center amulet I had on the chain with it, and I didn’t even leave my bedroom. I was twirling it on my finger when it flew off. I saw exactly where it flew, but couldn’t find it. Literally decades of hunting, including removing everything from that room, and I STILL haven’t found it. Stupid dimensional rift opening up! I hope a me in some other universe found it.

Just a couple weeks ago I was reminded why I don’t wear jewelry. I’ve gotten so I was wearing a ring or two on shopping days or on special occasions, but I had a rule to take them off the second I got home before the hazards of my lifestyle could do them in. Unfortunately that day I was really hungry and got fixing supper. Wham! I hit my ring on the edge of the microwave and a chunk of the silver decoration framing the garnet broke right off!!!

None of my jewelry in valuable, because why buy gold or fancy jewels when you can buy books? Well, that and what would be the purpose. None of it is about fashion, because I never have any chance to be seen wearing it. It’s memories, gifts, things connected to people or places, things that I just thought looked cool or connected with me. All of it is loved and treasured far too much to risk losing and/or breaking.

I actually love jewelry. I take them out of the boxes I stash them in, sigh over them, fantasize about having an occasion to wear them, try them on, then put them away for another six months or year or whatever.

My parents were married for over fifty years, but neither of them wore wedding rings. Pop had our fiberglassing business, but that doesn’t begin to hint all the hands on work he did. All kinds of power tools, construction style jobs, things you would consider forestry work, building, making, hobbies that included lots of getting your hands dirty… I really can’t begin to describe the stuff Pop’s hands went through. ** He had worn through his ring at least a decade before I was born, and Mom had done the same with hers soon after.

In fact, Mom just wore a series of cheap little rings in place of hers because it was expected to have one. She and Pop didn’t need the symbol between themselves, their love being unshakable, but she had a job with a lot of contact with people. Wearing a ring meant less annoying questions, wild gossip, and getting hit on.

When she retired a ring was just as impractical as it was for Pop, so she stopped. Well, until Pop died. Then she wore her grandmother’s ring because she wanted people to know she considered herself just as married to Pop until she dies too. My parents were rather epically bonded***, to say the least.

Anyway, some lives, or maybe people, are too rough and tumble for jewelry. And by “some” I mean me.

I see people wearing rings on several fingers, necklaces, jangly bracelets, earrings swinging about on their ears, dainty little nose rings sparkling, and it often looks cool. Sooooo cool. Still, I find myself wondering how they manage it. Don’t they use their hands? Don’t they ever get all mucky? Don’t they go places where they could catch on their jewelry? Do they never go outside??? Our lives are so different I must be like another species entirely.

Ah well, what do you expect from me. I’m a feral beastie raised by wolves!!!****

** Pop had incredible, powerful hands. We were the same height, but his hands were literally twice as big as mine. They were so callused he could handle things that would burn anyone else. These were strong hands with a grip you wouldn’t believe, but capable of the most incredible delicacy. You should have seen the detail work he could do. I miss those hands so much. I wish I had thought to take pics of them.

***It’s lovely but horrible too, having parents that come about as humanly possible to a “true love” out of fiction. Best friends to lovers is a thing. It’s wonderful never having any doubt about your parent’s adoring, trusting, and respecting each other. It’s also terrible, because from young childhood you believe that’s how love works. (There is a reason I saw my parents as Gomez and Morticia…the only “realistic” pop culture marriage I saw as a kid) It sets expectations of romance that makes it difficult. It’s like my parents won the romantic lottery and my brain kept expecting me to as well.

**** Family joke. Our name is “Wolfe” so we often pointed out we were raised by wolves when our oddness was mentioned.

[bigfatbreak]

Juleka has some knowlage via Luka? Do tell? Is juleka a changling as well? Or some sort of runaway fae?

when Anarka was pregnant, she made a deal with a river fae to determine the gender of her child. She was presented with two blooms, one red and one white, and whichever she ate would result in the gender of her choice.

Being Anarka, she ultimately ate both, and ended up with twins.

she ate the white flower first, so Juleka is a normal human child (as far as she and anyone else knows for the time being) but Luka, her twin, is sort of magical. Kind of a Lindworm boy. Since Anarka ate both blooms instead of one, the fae of the river tried to steal Juleka as payment for deception, but Luka beat him in a musical contest and Juleka got to stay with her family.

as a result, due to his strange situation, Luka is not only aware of the whole "other magical people" thing, but is kind of one of them. Him and Juleka try to steer clear of them when they can, but now Juleka is in a class with a changeling ooooppsssss

[preacheroftruthblog]

1 Peter: Braiding Hair and Following In The Footsteps of Sarah

Do not let your adorning be external – the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear – but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious.  For this is how the holy women who hoped in God used to adorn themselves, by submitting to their own husbands, as Sarah…

[maedictus]

More House of Durin doddles!

[a-ravens-hoard]

Medieval Belт ✦ Source: The MET

[clarkgriffon]

Glory + Outfits

[fairydrowning]

Heart-shaped lockets/pendants<33

[solarmorrigan]

Any time Eddie reaches for Steve's hair, Steve stops him. Whether it's when they're kissing and Eddie wants to bury his hands in it, or something more casual, like when Steve is sitting in front of Eddie while they watch a movie and Eddie idly tries to play with it

The moment Eddie's hands start to stray backwards from Steve's face, or upwards from his shoulders, Steve stops him. He's actually grabbed Eddie's hand midair once

Everyone assumes it's because Steve's hair is Off Limits

It's actually because Eddie keeps forgetting he's wearing his dumbass chunky rings and they once got so tangled in Steve's hair that Eddie had had to slip his fingers out of them before he could actually work them free, and now Eddie isn't allowed to touch Steve's head unless he takes the rings off first

[morningstarwrites]

I know this is n odd request but.., PKEASE DO AN EMO LUCI 😭

HELL YEAH!

[vingler-mirror]

The Everheart brooch got a new description in A Series of Dusks expansion!

This confirmed that the brooch was 100% handcrafted by Isolde herself. I wonder if accessory/jewelry making might be a hobby of hers? As far as I know, it's not a very common activity among the upper-class ladies, and it's nice to think she's doing something purely out of passion rather than just to maintain her image as a lady.

Also, a fun fact I can't believe I just found recently: Turquoise is a December birthstone, and Topaz is a November birthstone.

Isolde quite literally paired her own birthstone and Kakania's together on a brooch called "Everheart." Why are gay people like this.

[toyastales]

SCHIAPARELLI READY-TO-WEAR JEWELRY

[whatsacrush]

Made myself an ace ring and an aro ring

Then I got bored and made some less subtle rings

[bruciemilf]

They’re dating btw

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[princenotsocharming]

Greek mythology AU anyone? Alright, I need to get this out of my system, so... I know I don't share much of my personality on this blog and that's on me and my anxiety (I swear y'all are so cool and talented and I love your stuff, I'm just too chickenshit), but there's a little bit of info about me - I love mythology of any kind. I even took a Greek mythology course at uni, as any self-respecting finance graduate does... That being said, I've been playing with this myth-inspired idea for a while.

Have you heard about the story of Ganymede? A Trojan prince whose looks captured the eye of Zeus, who then decided to swoop in, snatch the youth and take him to Mt. Olympus to become his new cup-bearer? You might see it framed as a love story. I'm more inclined to see it as a tragedy - a young person being objectified and preyed upon by someone much older and then subsequently losing their mortal life for it. I would say the myth in itself is actually pretty dark. Ganymede doesn't ask to be taken to Mt. Olympus or to be made immortal. In most versions of the myth that I've read, he's not given any choice at all.

Anyway, I couldn't help but see sort of a parallel with Billy's story, as he's also heavily objectified and his looks seem to play a pivotal role in his arc, from all of the adult attention he gets to Neil's obvious disapproval. It could also be argued that it's this objectification that at least partially leads to his end (because no one can tell me that goddamn Karen was interested in his personality). All in all, another tragedy. You see where I'm going with this?

Anyway, rant over. Sorry for the long post. The painting itself was inspired by Pierre Julien's Dying Gladiator (1778). A closeup of the face is under the cut.

[igura]

wardrobe notes for my silly au; travelling king thranduil