The Spoils of Santa Fe

It needs to be said: We go to Santa Fe to see the opera and not to buy jewelry. We’ve been going for the past nine years, during which time I have bought an absolute shitload of jewelry. Something comes over me in that rarefied air and preternaturally clear light: I become a woman possessed by turquoise, as though I… Continue reading The Spoils of Santa Fe

The Hamster Host

Some years ago I was trying to describe my latest purchase to my friend Iris, who deeply understands my jewelry addiction, being similarly afflicted. “Well,” I said, “it’s a tiny gold pendant, set with diamonds you can hardly see except for the sparkle. I’d say it’s about the size of…a communion wafer for a hamster.”… Continue reading The Hamster Host