Great Balls of Fire

#12 VERY GIFTED: GIFT IDEAS

Gift ideas for:
*the Rockstar
*the Violinist
*the Guy With the 12″ Pianist

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If this necklace by Lili Colley is not rock n roll, then I do not know what is and I should probably turn in my Jem Fan Membership card. Face it, this is the penultimate jewelry gift recommendation. We have a long steep fall from here.

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The violin brooch idea by visiting Cinderella on Etsy just pales in comparison, right? Granted, violining is not exactly rock n roll. With the exception of Laurie Anderson. And that geek from Revenge of the Nerds 👇

How about the piano? Buddy Holly made the it look pretty cool. And I do like this piano cuff.

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But it still barely holds a flame to the necklace at the top, right? So how about we scratch all the others, pool our money together, and establish a necklace lending library for this one pricey pricey piece?

The daily disclaimer: I would be remiss if I didn’t offer the link to my online store… I write these posts for my love of jewelry and gift giving, there’s no sponsors here but ME for MYSELF 😀

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Nirvana

This is a hodge podge of a theme, inspired by Heart Shaped Box. Because I am sentimental and it’s a beautiful song.

Where were you when you heard Kurt Cobain died? If you answer “just a twinkle in my parents eyes”, then you don’t know, man. You don’t know. You don’t know about the pervasive cult of Nirvana. For example, school dances played Smells Like Teen Spirit multiple times per night. You try dancing to that! It’s just not possible. No wonder I didn’t kiss a boy until I was 16. I wasn’t even a late bloomer, I was a regular bloomer. Don’t feel too sorry for me on the kissing front, tho, I more than made up for it.

So I didn’t even *like* grunge music. I was more of an R&B kind of girl. And Oldies, I loved the Oldies. But I was sprawled across the backseat of my dad’s car, the radio on while we drove somewhere when the DJ cut in to tell us of Kurt Cobain’s death. I was 14, just about to turn 15. Like Jon Snow, I knew nothing. Kurt Cobain seemed hecka old. Nirvana had been around since forever, right? I’m telling you, I knew nothing of time or life or death or art. Nothing.

Now here I am twenty years later, sentimentally listening to the gloomiest genre of music ever. I didn’t even like grunge then, but I like it now. It means something to me. I’ve been drawn into the magnet tar-pit trap of nostalgia.

Nevermind
Looks like the jewelry designer Isabel Marant is similarly sentimental. This line is called Nevermind. I will go out on a limb and guess is she 37 years old. If Nevermind is her go to Nirvana album I know without a shadow of a doubt that she is two years older then me. I know it!

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This here is part of her Nirvana collection.

Oops. I just googled her, and though her age is impossible to find it seems she’s solidly in her mid forties. Tant pis. Her Frenchness throws off the sophisticated algorithm of age deduced by Nirvana album preference. Personally, my favorite is In Utero.

Etsy Rib Cage
In an effort to find some jewelry inspired by the female torso that graces the cover of In Utero I came across this very cool rib cage pendant by mrd74. My accident, besides almost killing me, primarily crushed my chest. I broke all my ribs, punctured both my lungs, and sported a trio of chest tubes. So I have much respect for the structure of the human rib cage, it is remarkable. We’re made of so much jelly! Fortunately, complicated architecture protects our softest parts. What can I say? She eyes me like a Pisces when I’m weak. What does that even MEAN??? I don’t know.

Quick topic change: Who’s now in the mood for some coffee? Coffee is soooo 90s, isn’t it?

Supermental

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Remember how I took the day off yesterday? It was so great. Long time no sick days. That’s the biggest thing I miss from my pre self-employment life. But who needs to earn money when you can spend the day dressed like a homeless gypsy in slippers! That’s me! and Leroy! We got to do everything.
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Enjoying some wine in the afternoon!

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Not reading the book I planned to read because I fell asleep from drinking afternoon wine in bed!

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Writing a bunch of words for NANO THINGAMAGIGIT (spoiler, yep, he’s dead)(double spoiler, Transformers is next in the queue)

Finally, the best part of all, watching a much anticipated episode of Supernatural. Sooooooo……… I love that show. I feel a bit embarrassed fessing up to it. It’s so shameful! One time, I had this dream about Sam Winchester and, well, let me tell you, waking up that morning next to my husband? I felt so guilty. I’m a terrible wife. Dreaming about Sam Winchester.
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Nobody ever get me this Supernatural necklace from Cafe Press, okay?
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Winchester spelled in Morse code by amelia morse *might* be acceptable but I want to keep this fan-mania under wraps.

Anyway, my favorite Supernatural episodes are the meta ones. Fan Fiction (episode 5 season 10) was hyper meta. I loved it. The episode ended with a surprise cameo and I squealed. My dogs looked at me like I was bananas. They were all “some of us are trying to nap here, homeless gypsy lady.” Then I said out loud to the empty house “I love it.” Because I love this show.

Final final words, look at the video my honey emailed me! I’m putting in a formal request to change my Morse code bracelet to read “Team Honey”

11.13.14 gone fishin’, suckers!

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You know what this is, you guys? This is my wrist bare of everything but my loyal Up because I took a day off.

“Wait, Margaret, you work? How do you fit in working around all your WordPressing?” You may ask.

Here’s the usual scene: customer wandering my little shop dying for assistance as I tip type away. “Do not disturb my bracelet blogging genius!” Reads the imaginary thought bubble above my head. But oh no! Not today! Today I’ve gone fishin’, in the proverbial sense. In the literal sense I’ve gone sofa sittin’, but that is so much less interesting.

Fortunately my dogs like going fishing, too. Bandit sez “Fish?” with a very hopeful gleam to his eye.

Sayonara suckers!

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Gone fishing sign made by Carved by Heart on Etsy.

The Walking Dora

The other day I asked Dora about her second favorite TV show because her first favorite is The Walking Dead, and I’ve already sought out zombie jewelry about twelve times now. Here I found the disappointing branded Walking Dead store, here I covered all things zombie and here I took down the MAN in my TWD, Sex Ed Fail post.

Maybe we can admit two things straight off the bat. First, I am prone to exaggeration. Second, I’ve probably beaten the zombie bracelet theme to death. Unfortunately for you all, it then rose from the dead and bit me ONE MORE TIME. Because, guess what? Dora and I both love TWD that much! I’m throwing Sup Darling under the wheels of the zombie bus as well. How’s that for human remains in the exhaust pipe, huh? Whatchu got to say about that?!

First up, what the fresh noise is this thing that Rick’s holding??
Ring
I found it on the Craufthaus website, made by a Rebecca Rose. I don’t know about you, but to me this looks an awful lot like a Walking Dead scene atop a ring. Which is kind of awesome.

BLoody Charms
Now, I’ve showcased some zombie charm bracelets before but this one is different in that it is significantly bloodier. MM hmm blood. Made by Antonis Art Asylum on Etsy. Talk about dedication to authenticity! But wait.. shouldn’t these tools be covered in blackish green blood if they were used on the zombies… um?? Are these tools from the Governor’s toolbox? :/ Ahem. Moving onwards!

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I want a five gold skull trophy bracelet! Emphasis on ‘skull trophy’ not ‘trophy bracelet’. I guess technically, this is a necklace but I’m sure we can contact Starta, the designer, maybe he would hook a fellow zombiephile up? He should for the amount of money these gold skulls cost. I’d like to point out his TWD necklace is on display right next to his cuddly teddy bear charm necklace. Watch your back, Teddy. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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OMG even Polyvore is getting in on the zombie hookups. This skulls and skins brings a little bit of skull to that classy bracelet collection of yours. Or mine.

There you have it, there is no bottom to the zombie/jewelry pit. Please enjoy the view of all the skulls while we free fall thru this together. Just a quick aside: I’m writing this while listening to some MJ, and I just realized Man in the Mirror is the Governor’s jam. Make that change. Or not. Shamo.

No Isht, Sherlock

Long time no TV fan jewelry, eh??? Thanks to Mrs. Bliss that’s all about to change. She LOVES Sherlock! Shhh… don’t tell her husband. Though, I’m guessing this is probably not a secret. We all have our TV show loves, right? (Hey there, Raylon Gibbons *seductive wink* fancy a bourbon sometime?) Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, Mrs. Bliss did not specify a special love for Sherlock the man, per se, but the TV show.

IRREGARDLESS!!! <—– yes, intentional

I took it upon myself to scope out the BBC merchandise shop. Did you know they offer a Monty Python watch?
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It’s not nearly as cool as I would want a Monty Python watch to be.

Unfortunately for Sherlock fans, the BBC sells only tweed items.
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Yo, BBC, I don’t want to be Sherlock, I want to wear his pretty face around my wrist. Like a talisman to remind me that the dog not barking means something. What exactly, I can’t remember. So off to Etsy I go!

Sherlock Quote
Ha ha! Remember this Sherlockism? I am not a psychopath. Uh huh. Just a high functioning sociopath, right? If I hear that pick-up line one more time…Emery Drive made this hand stamped cuff. I feel like I’m cheating a little with this one. It’s so similar to my favorite Buffy Grrrr Argghh cuff from my TV and Jewelry post. But I love the “I’m not a psychopath”! What else could offer so little comfort?

Sherlock
Now this Sherlock silhouette by Karamboola is not our Sherlock. I like the cameo style of it, however. Wouldn’t it be great with the two silhouettes of our Sherlock and our Watson facing each other? You are welcome to the idea, Sherlock cameo bracelet makers of the world. Because, who is Sherlock without Watson? A lonely man, that’s who.

Which brings me to my favorite of the Etsy selection. Best Friends Forever, like Sherlock and Watson, need a symbol of their devoted friendship. In lieu of the traditional two-pieces-of-the-same-heart best friends charm necklace, let me propose this pair of cuffs.
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Won’t you be my Watson? This saying will be all over the friendship Valentine’s next February. Just you wait and see. Until then, remember that Sherlock solves crimes and I blog about them. Well, me and Watson both.

Wonders of the Universe

One of the most interesting things about WordPress is the glimpse it provides into other people’s lives. I love following your blogs! People are fascinating, and even sometimes the mundane is a sort of fantasy escape because it’s different. So thank you, gentle readers, for writing about nailpolish, fantasy hockey, med school, knitting, recipes, clothing, traffic, foreign countries, family, Cillian Murphy, baseball, feminism, linguistics… The rabbit hole is deep and crooked.

Anyway, is this weird? One person I follow is Jack Flacco and his story “Ranger Martin and the Alien Invasion” comes out October 21st. I don’t know what to expect, but I’m excited to read it! Writing multiple books and birthing them into the world is kind of a big deal, in my opinion. I’m very impressed.

So between his story that I’m looking forward to reading and rewatching X-Files (omg Gillian Anderson was sooo young!) I’ve got aliens on the brain. Frankly, I believe in aliens. Not in the humanoid, walking talking kind but in the particles of life floating around our vast universe that our limited brains can’t recognize kind of way.

Let’s get down to it. There is some lame-o alien jewelry out there, folks. Like this one by Jaeci… What’s its intention? Like woah, alien spelled backward is symbolic of our fear of outside aggressors subverting our language? First of all, only the French are concerned over the sanctity of their language. Secondly, can you tell I went to art school? “But what’s it mean??”

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What I interpret this bracelet to mean is that it is not worth $36. All I ask of jewelry (and men! Bad dum ching!) is to either be pretty or be interesting. This one is neither.

Now this is art! And technically a necklace :/ oops.

IMG_2817.PNG Made by Reborne Jewelry I came across their alien named necklace on Pinterest and it just blew my mind. Looks like it sold though, so I thought I’d showcase another of their pieces. The one above is named “the chained bubbled zippers”. It’s all zippers! Amazing, right?

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Their bracelets are cool, kind of rock and roll but the necklaces. Wow. Just wow. Wonderful. Just like all youse guys blog posts. Keep up the good work.

Do you feel lucky, punk?

Well do you? No! I don’t! The answer is no, I don’t feel all that lucky. Something around here’s got to change, and I think I know what it is. I don’t have enough figas. I really don’t! I have just the one charm for a necklace, and one jade figa that hangs in my bathroom. Not early enough.

Oh what’s a figa? You ask.

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This here, these are my figas. Only in the brain of the gently paranoid and inexplicably superstitious would a life change come down to the closed fist charms, the figas. But that’s where I’m at right now.

Though I just remembered my jade figa fell and broke a while back, I crazy glued it together, but you think that has altered it’s powers? I’m only partially joking with this question. I am not, for the most part, a superstitious individual. Nor am I some hippy who believes in the regenerative powers of crystals or any of that nonsense. But this feeling, that maybe some little thing will help, still itches under my skin.

The figa is a Brazilian thing. My first one was given to me a long time ago. Along with a coral tooth charm. It brings luck, protection and fertility. All things I need now. Conclusion: I need more figas.

This is the one I want.

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I found it on 1stdibs.com via Polyvore but it’s no longer available. So I’m going to make one.

First I’ll showcase some other options out there. These two just do not have enough figas for my needs but reading about the Made With Love Project I like their cause to raise money through the production and sale of products to provide a fair income for women.IMG_2794.JPG

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The bracelets are $30 to 40 bucks. Very reasonable.

This bracelet from Wicked Magpie on Etsy is interesting because it’s identified as Peruvian.

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Also available on etsy are the figa charms in agate, ebony, jacaranda, and other materials that vary in price. To make my bracelet though, I think I will first check out the SF Hobby Co because of my preference to support local independent businesses. Side note, that’s why I never post links to Amazon and I try to avoid chain chainstore links too. But Etsy is the best internet hub of small business, so I do post to them. In case you were ever wondering.

Wish me luck!

The rainbow connection

Yesterday The Honking Goose, a blogger whose posts I find rather delightful wrote on a topic that strikes me very near to my heart. Gay rights. Her post was intended to be humorous, and me, the ever politically correct overly sensitive excessively earnest individual that I am overreacted a bit. It’s a very thought provoking article, go read it. You’ll maybe understand why it got me all hot and bothered, maybe not. I think part of the problem was the level of sarcasm was lost on me, or hard to read. This JKC bangle represents me overreacting: off with her head!

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Regardless, she got me thinking about rainbows. Beautiful magical rainbows and the rainbow flag. The pride flag of San Francisco. And you know what? I love that flag. It’s takes a beautiful natural occurrence (rainbows) to celebrate the most beautiful natural occurrence: LOVE.

But she felt, as a straight person, that the rainbow is gone from her. That she can’t use it any longer. To which I say, why not? There are so many layers here to unpack.

First up, of course you can still celebrate and love rainbows. Rainbows are universal. Really anybody, gay or straight, can wear this Sobral bracelet for $90

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Secondly, even though rainbows also celebrate gay pride, so what? If the fear is that people might think you’re gay, guess what? That probably won’t happen but so what if they do? What’s the problem with someone thinking you’re gay? I think they’ll figure out pretty quick that you’re not. Worst case scenario it’ll be like mistaking you for someone who likes peanut butter, offering you a Reese’s and then you pass saying “You know, I’m just not a peanut butter eater, but thanks for the offer.” That’s presuming of course that you have any sort of appeal to be offered the peanut butter to begin with. Which, eh, how many people actually hit on you regularly? Sooooooo….. There’s that.

Though actually, whatever you do! Don’t mistake me for a peanut butter eater. I don’t want all those people pushing their Reese’s Pieces and Butterfingers on me. It’s just gross, and unnatural. Seriously tho. I hate peanut butter. This etsy bracelet by LifeTravelDesigns is so much barf to me. Ugh.

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Back to rainbows. Go for it. Wear them, enjoy them, celebrate what they sometimes represent: love. I can promise the first thing I usually think when I see someone wearing rainbows is not that they are gay it’s that they are a 90’s candy raver, and for that I’ll judge you.

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