The Ring

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I’m sure you haven’t noticed – but making chainmaille jewelry is kind of an obsession with me.  Necklace chains, bracelets, anklets, pendants…some goofy stuff like the Dude & various twiddly toys.  I love to make ’em all.

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Special shout-out to the ball – I’ll remember the intensity long after the pliers-slippage scars have faded…

 

 

 

Currently, I’m working on my own little dragon.  I’ll post pictures of him once he’s presentable 🙂

Oddly enough – even through I’ve got more stuff to adorn myself than most people  –  I don’t wear much jewelry.  I guess I have more fun making it than wearing it.

My daily garnishment regime?  Glad you asked!

 

lapis-pointMy Lapis Point.  This is on a very thin sliver necklace chain.  I can count the days I haven’t worn this far easier than I can count the days I do wear it…simply because I rarely take it off.  It stays on through showers, sleeping, working, socializing, crafting, swimming…you get the picture.  It.  Never.  Comes.  Off.

Occasionally, if I want to make a dramatic statement with a piece I created – I’ll take off the Lapis – but usually it’s there, either under a shirt or stage-center.

My lapis point has been charged with all sorts of mystical goodness and I function better with it on…

 

Ditto on earrings.  I have worn the same pair of earrings for the last 3-ish years…small gold hoops that are fairly unremarkable.  They never come out of my ears.  It’s easier that way, because getting ready for work in the morning involves so many things which come before coffee, if I tried to switch out earrings every day or so, I’d probably end up at work without a bra, mismatched socks, and my shirt backwards & inside out.

 

I used to wear an anklet with tiny silver bells constantly, too – but it got too annoying for my co-workers to bear, so I gifted it to S a couple of years ago.  I always smile when I hear her jingle across the floor.

 

Finally, I have (1) ring, which I have installed rather prominently on my right-middle finger.  A plain, white gold thin band (I think it’s around 3mm).  It’s been there for 2 decades and change.  About the only time I take this ring off is when I’m doing something REALLY messy or sticky with my hands (say…making bread dough or scouring something really foul)

Given that it’s my first Ex. Mr. Me’s wedding band – I’d say placing this little round piece of white gold on the middle finger is appropriate in more ways than I can count.

 

 

trl-ringsI recently bought a couple of very thin rings from TRL, so I could play with making a handflower out of one of my dudes.  Being the opportunistic person I am – I stuck one of these on my left thumb.

It fit well enough – and looked all shiny and round-ish on my thumb.

Now…here’s where it gets weird…

For the first couple of hours of wear – my thumb refused to operate like a normal thumb.  I was clumsy at the keyboard.  Klutzy with a pen.  I kept dropping papers and keys and jump rings.

It was as if all the nerve impulses simply STOPPED at the band.  I’d have had an easier time trying to do jumping jacks in shackles.

FYI – my thighs and exercise are mortal enemies…even though they rhyme…

I’ve never had one of my digits react so violently to an accessory before.  I felt like a toddler, trying to figure out how the parents effortlessly spoon soup from the bowl to their mouths without spilling a drop…

 

 

So I took it off.  I’ve got enough things to worry about without having my dominant-hand thumb …you know, that little thing that sets Humans ‘above’ all the other intelligent life on this planet?..  angry with me.  It was like my hand suddenly turned dumber than a box of rocks.

Anyone else experience weirdness in jewelry?

 

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