The Elephant Ring and Me, a Love Story
posted on 11 April 2011 | posted in
Fashion
The two of us were meant to be together, I could tell. There I was, kind of bohemian, a little DIY, like if hippies were fashionable, my sister likes to say. And there, nestled in velvet, among a few hundred other pieces was the elephant ring. It called out to me. It was perfect. I'm a lover of jewellery - from the gold diamante ring I own to bracelets to tiaras....to this particular elephant ring. It was the flea-market find you dream about: genuine vintage, totally wearable, unique. The elephant ring was silver the delicate little animal was cute, lifelike, with a little red inset stone on its back. I didn’t bother haggling: I wanted it. I paid the vendor and we went our separate ways. He was satisfied, I was enraptured. I don’t think I didn’t wear that ring a single day in the next month. It was a trademark, for a little while. It worked its way into every outfit, a hint of gaudy when I was being professional, a little whimsy when I was trying to be serious. But even true love fades, and where is the elephant ring now? Next to the pearl earrings, among other things once beloved, now tired of.
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