Many Tanks

My friend Lily started this. She’s as mad for jewelry as I am, and perhaps even more dogged in its pursuit. She told me she’d been searching for years for a tank bracelet. I had no idea what that was, but it turned out to be something quite specific: French, from the 1940s, massive and… Continue reading Many Tanks

From Héctor, With Love

These are stressful times, and—I won’t lie to you—I an once again seeking consolation in jewelry. Not just any jewelry, but jewelry with substance: hefty, hand-wrought pieces from the distant past. Pieces that don’t seem old because they’re so beautifully designed and so well made. The pleasure I get from them is palpable. I’m holding… Continue reading From Héctor, With Love

The Ruby Brothers

My jeweler friend Nan has a knack for making me fall in love with jewelry I didn’t think I cared about. Pearls, for example. She once walked into my house dressed all in black, her hair upswept, wearing a long strand of large, luminous freshwater pearls. They reached well below her waist; you could double… Continue reading The Ruby Brothers

Royal Green

At least twenty years ago, my friend Kathryn received an engagement ring that opened my eyes to emeralds. It was Victorian (if I remember correctly) and had five grass-green stones. It looked something like the ring below, currently for sale on Etsy. I hadn’t thought much about emeralds till then. But Kathryn’s were such a… Continue reading Royal Green

Hoop Dreams

The first hoop earrings I ever saw were worn by an infant—she can’t have been two. She was a neighbor’s child, and the neighbor was Italian-American. The ethnicity is relevant because her ears were pierced, and I had never seen anybody that young with pierced ears. My lobes were still intact, and I was nearly ten.… Continue reading Hoop Dreams

Romanced by the Stone

Last summer, you may recall, I was congratulating myself on my ability to resist a certain turquoise pendant. It was huge, an eye-popper. The color just about knocked me over. But resist I did, because it was quite expensive, and because it seemed to exist in its own universe. It wasn’t a piece of jewelry;… Continue reading Romanced by the Stone

Whatsis

Have you ever elbowed your way through a crowded room and thought, ‘Who are all these people?’ That’s how I feel when I rummage through my jewelry drawers. Not only do I own pieces that I can’t figure out how to wear, I own pieces I can’t even identify. At some point in the distant past,… Continue reading Whatsis