Happy Valentine’s Kay

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With the approach of Valentine’s Day Kay Jewelers is going all out with their commercial push. Now, I have kind of a love/hate/love relationship with America’s favorite jewelers. Chocolate diamonds? Please (insert major eye roll). If you give me anything chocolate ever I better be able to eat that isht. No joke. Give me a chocolate diamond I will insist upon eating it. On the other hand… SPARKLY. Lots and lots of sparkly.

Whenever a commercial begins with a kiss that begins with Kay, first I say to my honey “Don’t ever buy me anything from Kay!” Then I say “Wouldn’t it be funny if you bought me something from Kay?” Final stage is blogging about Kay. So. There’s that.

What I’m trying to say is I took a look at Kay. Again.
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And Kay did not disappoint. Because this is some weird stuff. Heartbeat monitor necklace? Like what?
Everyday I’m so thankful for your pulse! <— that's what the card should read.

And if that above is the heartbeat necklace, what’s this one? HUH KAY??!!
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A flatline necklace, Kay? To send to your enemy.
Everyday I’m so thankful you have no pulse. <—– what this card reads.
Or maybe vampire lover? I don't know. This is all on Kay Jewelers and frankly? I would appreciate an explanation.

5 Day Countdown!

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Under what rock have I been that I didn’t realize The Walking Dead comes back in FIVE DAYS! First I found a quarter and now this! Everything is going my way today.

Today’s bangles: black Clic-Clac, two little Native American cuffs of mine from back in the day, my lucky figa charm bracelet, and the Fontaine de Bartholdi skinny bangle.

What does it mean to be a dog lover?

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If you are ever in the mood to bawl your eyes out, let me recommend Marley & Me by John Grogan. The book, mind you, not the stupid movie. Grogan offers the truest insight into the hearts of dog lovers ever. We are all masochists; we commit to utterly loving our dogs with full knowledge that one day they will break our hearts. (Oh my god, I am tearing up just writing that.)

Anyway. I fucking love dogs. They make the best people. I think that is an Einstein quote. Or maybe this is: if you ever think a dog can’t count try putting two treats in your pocket and only giving him one.

My entire family is dog people. You should see Thanksgiving at my mom’s house, it’s insane.

As you know, Aaron and I have Bandit & Leroy. Bandit is more like my familiar than my dog, though, and we are psychically linked. (Joking not joking)
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What? It was raining out and they are Chihuahuas.

My mom has Blue. He is very rude, his tongue is all the time sticking out.
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My brother Clayton has Radar & Otis. Radar’s motto is make war not love. Of all these dogs, she’s the boss. Yep, tiny boss dog gets the big bed and kicks big dog over to the tiny bed.
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Below is our newest member, my baby brother George just entered into contract of guaranteed heart break in 14 to 17 years time with Blue Lady Carter.
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Finally, my brother Jamie doesn’t (yet) have a dog but he and Bandit have a special relationship.

Anyways, what it means to me to be a dog lover is to try to love them as immensely as they love us but they will always love us more. Because they’re dogs and that’s what they do. Didn’t I say they make the best people?

Vintage Christian Dior dog tag bracelet at Farfetch

Coming Out

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How out are you with your blogging/social media identities? Becoming Cliche has a great post today on how to twitter. I twitter (@bathsense follow me! I mostly tweet about TWD or the Bachelor, sometimes stuff about my shop), instagram, facebook, tumblr, wordpress (duh)… But I’m not completely “out” about my blog.
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It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who I am when reading my WordPress blog but it still is a little bit anonymous. Anonymous enough that I haven’t connected it to facebook. Nor do I link my blog to twitter. Oddly it’s not my blog readers that I’m hiding from, it’s my facebook friends. I am so honest and open on here in a way that I’m not comfortable sharing with this mixed bag of people, my facebook friends. Facebook is too full of schadenfreude.

But twitter? To help promote my blog, should I link it to twitter? It’s much more abstract, and I am but a tiny ant in the ocean of tweets (or whatever)… But is it too emotionally risky to push my blogs out to my twitter account? Thereby semi opening my blog up to facebook friends in a roundabout way?

Do you push your blog out to twitter and/or facebook? Any regrets? How open are you about your blogging? Do tell me your experience.

Tiffany’s Key at 1st Dibs
Secret locket by The Dedication Company on Etsy
Lock & Key bangle by Blue Nile

Superbowl Sundae

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Are you all watching this thing today? We were invited to two parties! But my honey is the kind of football watcher who believes that trying to watch an “important” game while other people are hanging out will ruin the game.

Huh? Is always my response. The one redeeming thing of football, in my opinion, is the social aspect of it. To this my honey says “Josh understands.” (That’s our neighbor.) (I feel I should start incorporating this logic into more of our discussions. “Honey, really the TV volume is too loud. Josh understands.”)

But I am actually relieved not to be going to either party. They are both a long drive away which is just not my cup of tea. And one party is serving Jello shots which I would need the will power of somebody much stronger than myself to turn down.

So instead we will enjoy hot dogs and dip here. And do you know how many party sized bags of chips my honey got for the two of us? Two. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I think we should invite Josh to eat some of these chips with us. But somehow I get the feeling he’ll say no.

Who are you guys rooting for? Apparently I am not allowed to root for the Seahawks or I’ll be excommunicated from San Francisco. But I don’t know, I’m ambivalent about the Patriots.

More importantly what are you eating???

Football bangle by Simply Soles

Hope

diamond hope necklace by JR DUNN

There is so much to be hopeful for right now but I worry about hope. It ties into “my narrative of self” (as my therapist calls it) where I feel as though I am not a particularly lucky person. Hello, run over by a truck here! So hope feels like a dangerous thing that is bound to hurt me.

I had my IVF transfer yesterday. Three embryos! With decent ratings. I’m so hopeful, so so hopeful. But this is final round three, and I don’t know if hope is even warranted. 👇 me and my honey all suited up.

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Then there’s the art fair that I applied to. It’s very prestigious called the stARTup Art Fair, and open only to artists who aren’t currently represented by any galleries. Since I handle my own sales, I qualify! I submitted early. I’m proud of the work, I sort of have an “in” with one of the judges, I want this and it would be a big thing for me. I’m hopeful. 👇 a piece I submitted

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Finally. Finally, (I’m shaking now from writing the scariest most precious things down for you all to read) I’ve been working on a story for 8 years now. It started out as a journal of my pain from my accident and along the way it morphed into a novel about a girl who works in a casino. My editor calls it “chicklit noir” and my other editor, Laurel from Dear Writers scrubbed out all my silly nonsense, tightened it up, and perfected it for me. Now, my first editor, Jay, says we’ll start approaching agents. I feel really good about my story, it’s something different and interesting. But again… too much hope.

So I’m sitting here completely terrified. TERRIFIED. Hope has never treated me kindly before, I don’t know why it would treat me well now. All I can do is bide my time and wait to be punched in the face one way or another. Or all three ways! But still I hope maybe for once everything will go my way.

Hope Necklace byJR Dunn

Too Obscene

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The other day Nad of HugsXHearts asked me exactly how many bracelets I have. I jokingly answered “ONE MILLION!” But then I started thinking about it. I might actually have one million bracelets. It’s more than a bit obscene. See the pic above? That’s them. About a million seems right, right? Anyway the thing with my collection is most all are gifts (one exception being the albatross ivory bangle). Each has a story and special significance. Most are from my dad and with his death I find even cooking the pasta from his pantry breaks my heart. I am foolishly sentimental with everything so I could never give away or sell any of my collection.

“But Margaret,” you might be saying, “I have definitely seen bracelets on your wrist that are not in that lot of one million bracelets.”

Well, you would be right. When I buy myself a bracelet (most always second hand) it is with the knowledge that I am the temporary guardian of it. It’s the capitalist in me, I suppose. I buy books with the intent to sell them back to the second hand store. Ditto clothing. Ditto jewelry. The great thing with owning a store, I can sell these items more easily than most people.

Also with a collection it somehow feels like cheating to just go out and buy an item. That makes it too easy. I have maybe 3 Hermes bangles that I bought for myself. Those 3 leave me with an empty feeling because there is no story to them.

Do you have a collection? What does it mean to you? How do you go about adding to it? I know Nad’s got some rings galore.

Stoned 1.26.15

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Today was the day where the doctors visited the hen house and harvested all the eggs. Six! Which is big for me and I was expecting just four. Needless to say I spent today knocked out, ate a burrito, napped, folded laundry, now we’re watching TV with the dogs. My honey told me I was talking to the anesthesiologists about Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Robin! This is your fault!) then sang along to Blank Space (and Dora! That’s on you). It must be great to be an anesthesiologist.

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Test tube necklace by BeautyIsEloquent on Etsy

I’m Easy 1.24.15

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So I think I mentioned a couple times in passing how I’m now listing jewelry on Chairish.com. Like the Rhodonite bangles in the above photo (the dark rose colored ones) and so I thought I’d tell you guys that I’m a terrible negotiator. Chairish has a “make an offer” option and, hypothetically, if anybody likes the things I’ve listed on there? Well, make me an offer. It’s not that I “can’t” refuse so much as I pretty much “don’t” refuse. I am so lucky my dating life is long over.

Today’s bangles: Rhodonite bangles (coming soon to my Chairish.com listing, the last Hermes bangle from my dad, and two horn bangles.

And yes, my two dogs are back there hiding from the BIG NAUGHTY DOG.