I mean, really, is there any doubt? You know how little girls are crazy about glitter and gaudy rhinestone encrusted anythings? And then what happens as we mature and are told that’s cheap and tacky and so unsophisticated. So then our love of sparkle and shiny is perhaps transferred to a yearning and a reaching for expensive gems, telling ourselves that its a “good investment” and will give us a little “security”. Diamonds are a girls best friend? Really, how funny and sad is that. Let’s not fool ourselves. Its ALL about the *****BLING******
Well I’m way past all that now. I’m here to declare that anything that catches LIGHT and makes it DANCE, anything that BRIGHTENS and SPARKLES and makes you take notice, anything that is just over the top in its GLITTERY GOODNESS is something I can never get enough of! No apologies!!!! And why not? BLING is not frivolous. It’s eye candy: pure visual delight with not excuses, no big deep meaning, just fun. Diamonds or cubic zirconia, who cares? Glitter, sequins, pailettes, rhinestones, princess cut, square cut, marquis cut, cut glass? Bring it on. It’s all GOOD, it’s girly, its just fabulous. Here in Lisaville, where we honor the little girl in all of us, BLING RULES!!!!I may have already mentioned that I love to go hunting for blingy treasures in junk stores. Old broken costume jewelry is my favorite. Sometimes I just fix it up and polish it and wear it as originally intended. But more often, I use the pieces in my art work. I love to combine and add and juxtapose things that wouldn’t normally want to go together. I love bold shapes and big colors. I much prefer an old used piece of jewelry because of its history, whether I know what that is or I imagine it. I love the idea that someone else has loved and cherished this piece and now it’s being passed on to me. I’m helping it continue on its journey, and I hope that spirit gets infused into it as it morphs into a piece of art or another use.Before I felt so free to re-purpose and transform old or broken jewelry, I used to feel it was disrespectful to alter it in any way. So instead of feeling like I was carrying on the spirit and love of those who had cherished the pieces before me, I felt like I was dis-honoring their memories. Then one day my mom gave me her beautiful engagement ring, circa 1950, with a nice diamond in the center and a delicate gold setting. I already had a couple other old small delicate diamond rings, which had belonged to my grandmother and my mother-in-law. So there these 3 old rings sat in my jewelry box, un-worn because of their delicacy, yet it felt so wrong for them not to be enjoyed and cherished. When I mentioned this to my mom, she told me to take them all to a jeweler and have them melted down and combined into one ring that I could enjoy.So now I have a ring I wear all the time because it is heavy and tough, with no delicate edges AND it is made from the 3 rings I inherited from 3 of the most important women in my life. How wrong I was to feel that changing their rings would somehow not honor them! I think of them every day when I feel this ring, and their love is with me constantly. That is the best kind of BLING.
PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT AND LET US KNOW: how has your relationship with BLING evolved – or not – over your lifetime? What does BLING mean to you? Are you an unabashedly unapologetic BLING-lover? Is BLING important?