I Must Confess…my problematic relationship with jewellery
I love jewellery. No surprise there, really. The real confession would be if I did not, wouldn’t it?
I do love me some jewellery. But sadly the love is not always returned.
You see, I have a problematic relationship with precious metal. I love it’s shine, it’s beauty, it’s delicacy. I love how it feels, what it expresses, how it can make you feel. I never like wearing a lot of jewellery at once but what I do wear has real meaning for me.
However, I have a tendency to not treat it as well as I should. As well as having the worst kind of luck. Not an ideal combination when it comes to precious metal…
Take a lovely bracelet my husband gave me for my 30th birthday. I was so excited – I don’t receive jewellery everyday so this was special. The weight of the metal felt good on my wrist. Until I suddenly realised it was no longer there after a trip to a busy shopping centre. Farewell my beautiful birthday gift and possibly any chance of receiving jewellery from my husband ever again…
And then there’s the story of my engagement ring. It’s a familiar tale. You’re gardening, the ring comes loose and, again, it’s a tragic farewell. Luckily for me, I actually have two identical engagement rings so I was covered (remind me to recount that story another day). All the same, I squealed with relief and joy when the ring was rediscovered a few months later. Dirty but intact. Hallelujah!
There have been other tragedies. A lovely blue pendant given to me by my parents-in-law that broke apart and shattered. Earrings that have come lose and become partnerless. Enough tragedy that has seen me lose confidence in the preciousness and embrace the less valuable – why spend money on the good stuff when I will only lose it or break it anyway?
Even with this approach, I have come unstuck. My jewellery box has turned on me, leaving a mess of the little of what is left of the good stuff.
I must confess I spent more time trying to detangle this mess than writing this post. I also confess there was much swearing and muttering under my breath as I lost patience with the task at hand.
Despite all my jewellery misadventures, I still possess the following pieces that are the most special to me:
The ring given to my by my nan for my 21st birthday.
The ring given to me by Nathan after we’d been together for 6 months (and to think I gave him B-grade sci-fi videos for the same occasion…oh the shame!)
The infamous identical engagement rings together with my wedding ring
And my most treasured piece of jewellery – a chain given to me by Nathan that reminded him of the curls of my hair – gosh he can be utterly, utterly romantic at times x
I guess that’s why I persevered and finally freed my most treasured chain from the tangle of the jewellery box!
Your turn. What’s your most treasured piece of jewellery and why? And do you have a problematic relationship with jewellery like me?
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