Am currently hiding on the top floor of Top Pot Doughnuts and experiencing the ephemeral quality of bliss. Drinking a 12-oz Americano and noshing a plain cake donut. All this bliss for only $3.00? Ah, the perfections of simplicity. By day am working nonstop on spring collection–reading, reading, reading, designing, designing, designing. By night am worrying nonstop about moving into the new live/work Love Kill Monster studio–crying, drinking vodka martinis, crying, drinking vodka martinis. Such is life.
But seriously, the thesis of my whole collection is falling apart: that is the notion of jewelry as a metaphor for divine feminine power. This setback occurred because I pinned my whole inspiration on this book, the philosophy of which is disappointingly flimsy. Yet I know, intuitively that women connect to their jewelry, whether intentional or not. Just this morning, I wrote the fabulous Ms. P, and talked about Intentional Jewelry as objects of memory, healing, and power. I used the example of the charm bracelet. I said, “contemporary women use these charms, containing photos and other cherished objects (for example a seashell from vacation or a baby’s tooth) as repositories of memory.” So, even though I can’t yet find significant scholarship to confirm my intuition, it does not shake my faith in my theory. Onward and upward.
