All That Glitters...
... could be diamonds, too, you know.
Here's where a random link I see reminds me of my childhood in an unusual way, and I decide to post on it so you guys can know a little bit more about my youth--what I remember about it, at least.
My grandmother always dictated what I wore, whether it was jewelry, clothing, shoes, or even a particular hair style. At one point she got sick of taking care of my nearly-floor-length hair and decided to get it cut short and permed. Let's just say that's a disaster that even then I knew well enough to hate.
My family never had a lot of money, but even considering this, they did their best to make sure I had gold bracelets, earrings, and rings. They made sure we looked more affluent than we were, honestly. And thus, for most of my childhood I wore a single pair of diamond stud earrings. My grandmother didn't let me take these off, even to sleep, as she feared that I would lose them. (She, to this day, has fears that I will lose random things just... because.) No matter how uncomfortable it was to sleep with those diamond studs, I had no choice, and I had to learn to accept that over the years.
Now I wear earrings when I remember to, and never, ever, ever sleep in them. Nor do I sleep wearing my necklaces (which will frequently choke me if I try), or bracelets. I sleep with my rings, but they have become a part of me over the years, and they're almost impossible to take off anyway.
What spawned this bit of commentary on jewelry? You probably know that, now, I have a great deal of jewelry. Honestly, I tend to change day to day which items I am wearing. But ever since my childhood, I have detested stud earrings, especially diamonds or CZ. If I had to wear a pair, though?
I think I know the diamond earrings that I would wear. My grandmother hated anything that wasn't gold, and that's another sticking point for my current jewelry collection. I don't have very much gold anymore, because I'm sick of it. What I do have in gold, well, isn't. And these earrings aren't yellow gold. I always have found white gold to be very pretty, even if most of the time I can't tell the difference between it and silver. The jewelry at Pennsylvania Diamond Exchange are all pretty, actually, although a wee bit out of my price range. (Oh, the sarcasm runs high.)
They're running a promotion right now on the diamond studs I keep referencing. I'm told that they are really well known for their excellent prices, and I'm sure this gorgeous set is a fabulous bargain. At $2,245.00, though, I highly doubt I will ever get my hands on this pair of earrings. I mean, after all, that money could be going to several house payments, fixing the car, taking us to Disney, or heck, buying a veritable butt ton (I think someone somewhere said this was a real term at one point, and had to do with alcohol or something?) of hand made jewelry from the various friends whom I know make stuff like that.
Still, that doesn't change the fact that the deals are great, for people who can afford the best most elegant jewelry out there, with fantastic diamond cuts and some really gorgeous designs. Now if gran had tried to make me wear these earrings as a kid? I could totally understand her desire for me to never take them off, for fear that I might lose them. I mean, come on! I was a kid. I don't doubt I'd probably lose them. But the likelihood of my gran ever having the money for these puppies? Slim to none...
Though, all the stuff about my childhood? Totally not. That's just added bonus.
Here's where a random link I see reminds me of my childhood in an unusual way, and I decide to post on it so you guys can know a little bit more about my youth--what I remember about it, at least.
My grandmother always dictated what I wore, whether it was jewelry, clothing, shoes, or even a particular hair style. At one point she got sick of taking care of my nearly-floor-length hair and decided to get it cut short and permed. Let's just say that's a disaster that even then I knew well enough to hate.
My family never had a lot of money, but even considering this, they did their best to make sure I had gold bracelets, earrings, and rings. They made sure we looked more affluent than we were, honestly. And thus, for most of my childhood I wore a single pair of diamond stud earrings. My grandmother didn't let me take these off, even to sleep, as she feared that I would lose them. (She, to this day, has fears that I will lose random things just... because.) No matter how uncomfortable it was to sleep with those diamond studs, I had no choice, and I had to learn to accept that over the years.
Now I wear earrings when I remember to, and never, ever, ever sleep in them. Nor do I sleep wearing my necklaces (which will frequently choke me if I try), or bracelets. I sleep with my rings, but they have become a part of me over the years, and they're almost impossible to take off anyway.
What spawned this bit of commentary on jewelry? You probably know that, now, I have a great deal of jewelry. Honestly, I tend to change day to day which items I am wearing. But ever since my childhood, I have detested stud earrings, especially diamonds or CZ. If I had to wear a pair, though?
I think I know the diamond earrings that I would wear. My grandmother hated anything that wasn't gold, and that's another sticking point for my current jewelry collection. I don't have very much gold anymore, because I'm sick of it. What I do have in gold, well, isn't. And these earrings aren't yellow gold. I always have found white gold to be very pretty, even if most of the time I can't tell the difference between it and silver. The jewelry at Pennsylvania Diamond Exchange are all pretty, actually, although a wee bit out of my price range. (Oh, the sarcasm runs high.)
They're running a promotion right now on the diamond studs I keep referencing. I'm told that they are really well known for their excellent prices, and I'm sure this gorgeous set is a fabulous bargain. At $2,245.00, though, I highly doubt I will ever get my hands on this pair of earrings. I mean, after all, that money could be going to several house payments, fixing the car, taking us to Disney, or heck, buying a veritable butt ton (I think someone somewhere said this was a real term at one point, and had to do with alcohol or something?) of hand made jewelry from the various friends whom I know make stuff like that.
Still, that doesn't change the fact that the deals are great, for people who can afford the best most elegant jewelry out there, with fantastic diamond cuts and some really gorgeous designs. Now if gran had tried to make me wear these earrings as a kid? I could totally understand her desire for me to never take them off, for fear that I might lose them. I mean, come on! I was a kid. I don't doubt I'd probably lose them. But the likelihood of my gran ever having the money for these puppies? Slim to none...
Though, all the stuff about my childhood? Totally not. That's just added bonus.