



Truth be told, I have hundreds of things I own which I am attached to. I did a lot of soul searching about this, I read about minimalism, the lure of possession, why hoarding happens... I went about this from every angle I could think of. But I will never be someone who thinks "it's just stuff" and "things are just things." The way that I purchase, the way I make decisions, the low-level stress that I feel about ultimately deciding on each and every item I bring into my home, and life... it could blow some peoples' minds. It's not easy to live a life without plastic, without clashing colours, or disparate objects that create tension. I have a black belt in this. But it is also (maaaybe) my Achilles heel. I can create comfort so well, discomfort grates on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. Travelling and visiting and staying at other peoples' places is a test of tolerance, I tell you. Where are all the low-watt lightbulbs? What is this... an operating room? lol. But I digress.
I love accessories. They are my favourite aspect of interior design, and my favourite aspect of a wardrobe. (Pocket squares, anyone?) I collect scarves, and have many, many different colours and patterns. I collect cool-toned/silver etc. jewellery. Every single item in my large vertical box is a silver tone, save for one item, a small gold and I presume-to-be synthetic ruby heart ring. My mother bought this for me for Valentine's and birthday (they're easy to combine), when I was a teenager. It's almost like it owns the jewellery box. It's diminutive, but it doesn't notice its stature. I never wear it, haven't for years since those days, when I wore it all the time. (I am not one of these 'don't use the good China' people. I believe the opposite. I surround myself with beautiful things as much as I can. If they get dinged or scratched - well, I am sad, but it was unavoidable, usually. I try and live with the tarnishes and scrapes. Not easy though.)
This ring is worthless in extrinsic value, but it is priceless in intrinsic. It fits on my pinky now, as I was so young when I got it and it fit one finger over, but it's not the size that prevents me, as the pinky would be appropriate. It clashes with all the others. Yet it doesn't want to be them. I thought it was a genuine ruby at the time, but now my wiser eyes know better; and I will never mention it to her, what would be the point. But it sits there, in one of the many ring slots, surrounded by 29 others (I just counted; that even number is a striking coincidence.) It doesn't see the light of day, because it is a reminder of a past which no longer exists. Everything was different then. And the past often makes me melancholy, even as I do not long for it in any way. I am not good with loss.
But I have another answer. The accessory that I value most is my engagement ring. It is the most valuable, by far, and the most valued by me, by far.
We did not have a traditional or story-perfect engagement. Such things are luxuries when you live in two different countries, get to see each other only when finances and schedules allow (~ 3 months or so), and the stakes are high. He didn't propose (I didn't need him to; the timing wasn't right.) We merely jointly decided to 'give it a go' (it wasn't that flippant), so I made the big move to his country, to live together, and make sure our feelings endured beyond 'Vacation Amanda' and 'Vacation *******.'
So after a year of long distance, and ~ 6 months of everything's-going-good-here-living-together, we just decided to get married. (Had to, for me to stay in the country, otherwise, we would have gone longer, no contract, no problem.)
I didn't need the wedding, but booooy did I want the ring. I told him exactly what I was pining for (I decided I was an emerald cut kind of girl; I am not traditional princess, no way), and so one day he just said, "Let's go look at rings." Best. day. ever.
We went to a jeweller (forget how we/he chose), and he was such a nice man, Gideon. Older, the owner, very, very classy and distinguished. He made the experience. This was no commercial or average retail giant. He took absolute pride in his work, and had been doing it for decades. He designed, not just sold.
Everything about that experience was personalized, personal. I chose the length:width ratio (it must be 1.5 on emeralds), I chose clarity, cut, colour, the metal, and the baguettes on either side. (He chose the size.)
The only negative about it all was that Gideon, once finished, called the wrong number. He called our home, not my husband's cell. He was caught. The timing was about right, a few weeks later. It could not be a question about design. I was instantly energized, expectant, waiting for the words. He couldn't come up with a lie or distraction. "Uhm... could you have [him] call me, please?"
That night, [he] came home with it. No speech, no knee, no surprise. That part, a flop. That is what I lost in the transaction, the some-would-say transactional nature of it all, of how we all went about it. And that is something I miss, understand, yet accept. I know this couldn't have happened with that. I had the experience that suits me (and him.) And I got the ring that represents me to a 't.' I have never looked at it and thought it is less than a perfect representation of everything that we went through. I knew we each took huge risks to be together. I knew he had to pay off that ring for quite some time to come. But I invested everything I had into him, by giving up my life and past, to start anew. I came into his life, out of nowhere, a bit like a hurricane, (immediately started rearranging his kitchen on my second day alone in the apartment, "for efficiency sake!"), and it was like a wildfire from then on.
I have a painted red shiny plate with images of my grandma at the old folks home made years before she passed away at age 97 and I have a stuffed lama figurine made with real lama hair which my parents bought for me during their trip to Peru and I have a stuffed toy chimpanzee that my parents bought me during my first recreational vacation at age 10. I also have a neopets account which is a game my best friend introduced me to 19 years ago and that is the only physical reminder I have of our friendship because she ghosted me 8 years ago.
As a rule I do not wear jewelry. I wear my wedding ring only on special occasions. I have a old stereo receiver that I bought in high school. I had it un my closet all these years but it did not work. Last summer I decided to finally see if I coulddo something with it. I was able to find parts on the internet and I replaced the speaker switches and by golly the thing fired right up. I have it in my basement. It works pretty good for a 35 year old device.
my original NES copies of Mega Man 1-6
Cool! That was on PS1 right?
They were ported on there but no I mean on the original Nintendo
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I picked B as I have an ankle bracelet I wear 24/7 which was given to me in 2011 as a gift for being a bridesmaid in her wedding. What makes it special here is that I met her on this site. We've met 3 times with the first being for her wedding. She left GAG years ago but we still text and email each other often and every so often we do the old fashion thing and actually talk on a phone. Now with Skype it makes that fun.
Cool story!
I didn't know people actually met people on here lol. Cool story!
@HawkPerception I doubt that it happens very often.
I have several. Most of the jewellery I wear I got by people I love, it reminds me of them, a special event or period (like graduation or a trip).
My most precious was a ring my grandmother always wore, unfortunately I lost it, but I luckily still have another of hers I really like.
Cherish that second ring!
Golden hoop earring. My dad bought me them on my last birthday, he knew I always wanted some golden earring and it was really sweet of him to get me them even when he was on a low budget.
And I wanna pass them on to my daughter when I have kids some day.
I have this pearl necklace that I wore on my parents wedding (They got married when I was 5) Sadly it doesn't fit anymore but it still gives me loads of nostalgia.
Cherish it!
Wow those veins🔥😂 I wear love rings and minimal jewelry. A dainty becklace that has my name on it.
Minimal jewelry is better in my opinion. And thanks, I like being veiny lol
One of my closest friends bought me a bracelet. It was a special gift for me.
My grandmother bought me a beautiful and very elegant earring years ago. I always keep it. It was a special and beautiful gift.
I make those bracelets or similar to.
O don't really have anything unfortunately
I love how simple they are. I don’t wear expensive necklaces or bracelets and I don’t wear rings; the simpler the better.
I make more complex ones with hearts, flowers, diamonds, stripes etc.
a necklace from the funeral home that has my granddads ashes in it.
May he RIP
Thank you!
my eyebrow piercings, are the pieces I could never replace, because of reasons, all others could come and go.
My body is the less than perfect accessory to my brain.
So poetic lol
I have the very first condom I had sex with. I carry it in my wallet. Whenever I put it on my dick to reminisce I always get some kind of weird rash that lasts for a week or so. Weird.
This is why we need to remove anons from this site.
My carry gun. Heckler and Koch P30
No ı dont have
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