Love, Loss, and What I Bought

I’m not good at inheriting jewelry. Or rather, I’m not good at wearing the jewelry I inherit. There were things of my mother’s I coveted from earliest childhood—her scarab bracelet, for example, purportedly the first serious piece my father ever gave her. I’d sneak into her jewelry box to look at it. I’d play with it while she wore it,… Continue reading Love, Loss, and What I Bought

Big Love

My mother may have worn faux Georg Jensen, but my late friend Juliette wore the real thing, and she was passionate about it. Not so much the graceful, naturalistic Jensen designs from the first few decades of the 20th Century, but the sleek, minimalist, aggressively modern pieces from the 50s, 60s and 70s. Hunky statement pieces with slabs… Continue reading Big Love