10.15.14 slept in my silver

IMG_2813.JPG Here’s a secret, sometimes I forget to wash my face before going to bed. And sometimes, I forget to wash my face and then I forget to take of my bracelets. Guess what happened last night? I even fell asleep before my episode of Supernatural. Then today started with an early morning of hauling stuff to a boutique event and setting up shop. So here I am, in yesterday’s jewelry. 🙀

But guess what else? This boutique event is at SF Towers, a posh retirement community and one of the other vendors is hiho silver! Soooooo like a girl on a walk of shame stopping to buy panties at the drugstore, I bought a new bracelet! Isn’t it pretty? It’s the delicate little silver knot cuff, $55, which I find exceptionally reasonable, recently imported from Taxco Mexico.

I spent lunch talking with Victoria, the owner of hiho silver (intentionally all lowercase) and I think hers may be my new favorite shop. I’m sending my honey there for Christmas. And hopefully you all will check the shop out next time you’re in the market for a little something silver. Hiho!

10.14.14 silver score

IMG_2797.JPG Another successful Goodwill find: a sterling silver unevenly hammered bangle. So I’m wearing it today along with one of my psuedo North African bracelets, some Tiffany’s linked hearts, and the two narrow Native American cuffs. If you are interested, I’m selling some of my jewelry under the vintage section on my shop’s website or a direct link to the Bath Sense online shopping. Thank you At the Library for encouraging me to get my online shop back up and running 🙂 I apologize in advance for so much of my mug modeling the knit goods. Wow. That’s kind of an overwhelming amount of my face.

9.2.14 Solid Gold Lumberjack

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Today’s look is “solid gold lumberjack”…. I’m wearing my dad’s Rolex with my UP. I want to inscribe something on the back of his watch, I’m thinking daddy because yes I was so spoiled of a 34 year old to still call my dad daddy and no I’m not from the south so this was highly irregular.

All my jewelry has stories and right now my jewelry feels especially meaningful to me while I struggle with grief. The gold earrings are Elsa Peretti hearts from my dad, the pink pearl necklace my husband won at an auction for some ridiculously little amount (like $35, I think?), then there are my Brazilian voodoo necklace charms from my mom. I say voodoo, but truly they are H. Stern, so the chic sort of Brazilian voodoo. The feathers are to carry me through this period of time, the tiny frog charm is for fertility, and the kokopelli is the trickster who is also a fertility charm. But I worry his tricky ways are getting the best of me.