To be honest, I on no account thought about it too profoundly. As a youngster, growing up in North America, it's at all times been a part of who I have been... All the girly Disney characters that I met... Let alone the Barbies that my friends had... Then, the birthday loot-bags for girls always had all those shiny and glitzy earrings... Plastic rhinestone rings...
Then I got a a bit serious on it entering high school. We all got our ears pierced wearing stainless-steel studs... some piercing more and more of ourselves: Belly button... tongue... But this was to scare our mother and father and teachers and impress Joey who was sending stolen glances at me.
So I knew then precisely why I was doing it. All the rings and necklaces and false diamonds and metal skulls were for him. For me. To feel fine that he looks at me and is impressed by my jewelry. One thing leads to another and I decided that he was not worth it, and asked myself seriously for the first time why on earth do I want jewelry.
I cleared it yet again with a single statement. Julio. Julio was awesome. A born sportsperson with a knack for cool outfits. Grange it was. The baggy kind and loose... But he liked "his girls", to be neat & tidy. He liked, perhaps the contrast... So I found myself with bluff diamond rings and necklaces and practically genuine tennis bracelets. My mom unquestionably appreciated this period in her little girl, by now a junior college student daughter.
Julio turned out to be a fake and a flake. So I decided that there was no more jewelry for me 'forever'. Sorry folks. I got married. Now bound by a band. It's a ring on my finger. Complete with a authentic diamond. Not that valuable but valuable to me. I mean the metal and the meaning. Surrounded by progressive girlfriends wearing "titanium rings" and no longer any studs.
Why do I care about style? Because I am a product of human society. And a product of North America and the 20th. (well, now 21st.) century. So I want to stand out in a not-standing-out way in my pre-K years, and this was a declaration in itself, as my mom gave in to my desires. I sought for a little while to merge in an invisible fashion in my early elementary school years.
At that moment I wanted to do what all the girls that wanted Joey's attention wore, a word that reminds me of the word I was labeled by some due to my decisions. As you might presume I was VERY stylish in my outfits for Julio in junior college, but after his demise in my life, I evolved into an obscure jean wearer and a sporty sweat shirt. Needless to bother you much longer as you must have guessed that I follow the trend for young mothers now, as, in fact, I can not inconvenience my daughter anyhow taking her to kindergarten and showing up to PTA meetings.
So there you go. I became conservative in my jewelry... Fashion style... And love and hate every moment of it. Why at all do I blog? This is as tedious a path as both above routs and I must leave it to you folks, with no much regret, to figure this one out...
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