Diamonds, girl's best friend?
- Jun 6, 2016
- 2 min read
I used to be really into jewellery, especially the loud and garish costume type. I would carefully construct my outfits with a statement piece as the focal point; clothes were the support and jewellery the main act. These days I don’t wear anything but the ring my beautiful beau made me.

Now that I’m a little older I don’t feel like I can get away with the $2 plastic pearls from the Reject Shop, cheap tacky shit isn’t cute as an adult. Especially when your peers are rockin’ all kinds of affluent accessories and beautifully crafted bijou. Plus the el cheapo metal turns your skin green if you wear it too long, like some kind of fucked up humiliating punishment. A couple of times I’ve worn a cheap necklace to work only to notice my neck looks like Shrek halfway through the day, a brutal act of public shaming just for being slightly skint. Shoddy earrings also mess your ears up and can cause infection. There is a silver lining, you get to pick at the chat ear crust after you take them out, which is strangely satisfying. I know, I’m a sicko.
I really struggle with the practicality of wearing jewellery. I hate taking it on and off when I’m getting into the shower or washing up; I’m forever worried I’ll misplace it or drop it down the drain. I find it impossible to type whilst wearing any form or bracelet or bangle, and I can’t wear my headphones and edit at work while I’ve got earrings in or they stab into my head, which is deeply unpleasant.
Moreover, I haven’t inherited any special family heirlooms that I would wear for sentimental reasons. I remember my Mum had a necklace from her Mum that she kept for us. It was this beautiful crystal art deco piece with matching earrings, we all loved it. One weekend we took it to get valued by a jeweller and found out it was just glass, classic. Ollie’s family all have matching signet rings with the Gosnell family crest imprinted, I like that tradition and the fact they’ve all got something that connects them. But I’m not disappointed or jealous, I think even if my jingly bits bore a great history, I probably still wouldn’t wear them on the daily.

Still, I do love and appreciate good jewellery. My seriously steezy jewellery designer friend comes to work every day showcasing an eclectic mix of terrific treasures. She always has an impassioned, impactful story behind each item which she shares freely. I also follow loads of jewellers and facetors on Instagram. My favourite at the moment is Mociun, a beautiful bespoke jewellers based in Brooklyn, they’re creating some utterly stunning stuff. I think when I make more money, I’ll start investing in some really nice pieces. Or maybe I should just work on convincing Ollie, I mean I got him to make me one ring just by sending him the image below, it can't be that hard. Babe, if you're reading, I'll take a necklace next.




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