I’ve always been fascinated by the idea that a woman could own some piece of jewelry that became a part of her. I think there is something so sentimental and personal about wearing the same piece of jewelry each day. I always notice the jewelry other women are wearing. I wonder who gave it to them, why they chose it, what it means. I think it’s important to have something with meaning. I’ve never been able to just go into a store and buy a piece of jewelry. I need to think. What will it reflect about me? Does it send a message at all? What kinds of feelings do I have when I wear it? What does it represent?
I think now there is a special intimacy in wearing handmade gold or silver. A handmade piece holds such a warmth to it. I like to choose things that represent what I love…my husband, my daughters, my God. My faith is central to my being. I am drawn to any kind of symbol or icon that will identify me as a Christian. That narrows the scope a bit.
I love the idea of wearing something that can become so connected to you that it transfers energy somehow. When I travel, I am always drawn to the local artisan jewelry. Handmade rings or bracelets that tell a story about a culture are palpable memories. Each time I wear a piece, I will remember the sensuous parts of the moments It Became Mine. The heat. The smells. The sounds. The touch. The music. All of this becomes a sentimental part of wearing your history (and your heart) on your sleeve. Do you have a piece you wear all the time? What do you think it says? I’d love to hear about it.
Mi vesto. Vado. Mangio. Scrivo.
I dress. I go. I eat. I write.
Italian women are world renowned for their sense of fashion, their eyes for style and their ability to walk in high heels. What’s even more impressive, is they have teeny, tiny little closets.
What??? How is that possible? The first time I was in Italy I was given the privilege of seeing my cousin’s closet in Rome. It was built into the wall, sleek, and impossibly tiny. Living in La Citta Eterna means that there are centuries of Roman architecture and art, masses of humanity, and Not A Lot Of Space. I suppose it’s a trade off….
The secret is in selection. Instead of having ten pairs of black trousers, she had one. Tailored, lined, perfect. It probably cost a fortune, but just up front. When I consider how many not quite right pairs of black trousers I have purchased, I’ve probably spent more than she had. Imagine only having a tiny closet of clothes that fit, match one another, and make you feel beautiful.