I don’t usually like words on [my] clothes, or shoes, or bags, or…anything to be worn. I don’t want my T-shirt talking to you, with some room for exceptions when I think the design exceptionally charming or neat. I got that J. Crew kiss tee I wanted, for example:
And, though I don’t know that I would wear it, I have a soft spot for this Flight of the Conchords tee:
When it comes to jewelry, though, I’m more flexible. Perhaps because jewelry is a kind of extension of the skin, at least when worn directly against it, and I’ve always liked and toyed with the idea of a tattoo of a word. Or of several words somehow significant to me (perhaps together, perhaps isolated and scattered, in some appealing script). I still quite like the idea but don’t see myself committing to anything anytime soon (neither, though, will I rule a tattoo out in my mind. Have not forgotten the plan to experiment with henna). Though there are some questionable ones out there, I find tattoos so interesting – or I find all species of body decor interesting, the tattoo being a particularly ancient* and powerful example.
*How incredible are these ancient Siberian tattoos?
Coming to the point then:
I got this necklace.
wearing it here
This ties in with what I was saying about being a bit cheesy, I suppose. [What if I am! There is nothing I can do about it, really.] Evidently my exceptions all revolve around love and kisses. And rocking the party.
Well, I like it. Love is a concept worth thinking on, worth keeping in mind. I’m going to wear it. I like the idea of an “M” as well, though my whole name would be, for me, too, too much.
This piece is also part of my preparations for summer, when I intend to wear several dainty gold necklaces of different lengths layered together with a minimally buttoned white shirt. It’s all part of the plan.