18K gold and black snakeskin cuff by Hermès
$850 at resurrectionvintage.com
Showing posts with label jewellery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jewellery. Show all posts
13 February 2008
If I had a sugar daddy...
10 January 2008
10 December 2007
18 August 2007
09 May 2007
I love me some Keemee
I'm not one to promote anything unless a genuine interest incites me to do so.
Keep that in mind, then, when I encourage you to gaze at - or if you have some mighty deep pockets, invest in a piece from - the Keemee jewellery line, all pieces, from the smoky quartz lariats to the 18K yellow gold ruby cocktail rings to the tundra sapphire chandelier earrings designed and assembled in the City of Lights and Love by one of my dearest friends, la femme douée, Ms. Olivia Wildenstein.
In the Keemee line, there are two collections from which to choose: costume and fine. The former is the more affordable, more girl-in-her-20s of the two, while the latter is the more gala-appropriate, more for the lady-who-lunches city-sophisticate.
Since the very first day I started this blog, I knew I was a clothes and shoes girl, not an accessories girl and certainly not a jewellery girl. Today, that preference still stands, but just because I don't wear necklaces of any kind, earrings that aren't muted studs or bracelets that aren't my no-they-really-don't-come-off set of seven Indonesian bangles, doesn't mean I can't recognize and recommend to you a stunning necklace, armband or bracelet when I see one.
And in Olivia's collection, boy, did I see more than one. I've rounded up a few of her treasures here below as an introduction, but I encourage you to head over to her site yourself and check out both her first and second sets of costume and fine collections in all their sparkling glory.
Enjoy.
02 April 2007
Behold the power of the Glock 19 lapel pin
And I thought the cupcake suitcase was the ultimate you're-my-dream-woman gaze-getting accessory.
Apparently not. Apparently, an inch-long miniature of the greatest, sleekest handgun ever made pricked into the lapel of my Elevenses' trench not only elicits the aforementioned looks but also initiates more than a few "I just have to ask you, darlin'..." conversations, the tones of which really do make it seem as if the askers just plumb did have no choice but to inquire about the origins of and meaning behind my unusual brooch.
Ladies, I more than encourage you to go out and get your own, but like the lead prostitute laying down the law on Hollywood Boulevard, I'm declaring a no-pin-zone within a four block radius of the ConnAve/M Street intersection. This here's my territory -- find your own.
You know, they say guns kill people and people with guns kill people, but I have a feeling, if I were any less Republican, this gun of mine would more likely have led to lunch-time babymakin' than anything else. And if I'm not mistak'n, babymakin' is the opposite of life-takin'. Uh-huh, put down your Luna Bar and chew on that, gun control lobby.
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