By Irina Gheorghe.
I don’t own a considerable amount of jewelry. As a matter of fact, I have lately been going through all of my more or less bedazzled possessions and decided to part way with some of them, as they no longer seemed to tick the boxes that I needed them to. Sob.
There’s this one piece that I am very fond of, however, in particular because it is one of the first pieces of jewelry that I handpicked for myself rather than receive them, have them passed down, and all that. I guess we’ve all been there.
And this one piece I am going to write about.
While I do not exactly remember the year I bought it in, I vividly remember I was looking to treat myself on the occasion of my birthday at the start of November that year. Therefore, I was walking down one of the main boulevards and looking at the windows of some of the independent jewelry shops in central Bucharest. All of a sudden, this window shop with relatively interesting pieces, mostly rings, caught my attention.
The pieces looked interesting enough to seem quirky and unique and polished enough to seem like they could integrate and fit in. I guess that what attracted me most to the piece that I eventually ended up buying was its rectangular and safe shape; square enough to have almost an impenetrable allure, like a fortress or a shield, and signed off with the artist’s signature; therefore, soft enough for someone to get close to it and have it personalized.
The piece de la resistance for me was, however, its decorating feature. Something that almost looks like a folding curtain, falling elegantly on the rectangular mantelpiece of the ring. Something that, in my imagination, looks almost like an immortalized Scorpio sting and that maybe said to me that the ring was meant to be mine.
I feel like there is a lot of passion in the design of this ring, although its structure looks almost inscrutable, almost like a wall. Maybe that is why I like it so much.
Irinia is based in London and loves to write about the everyday moments that inspire her. These can be overseas travels and local city walks, international food and local markets and other pass times. She blogs over at irinagheorghe.com
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