Archive: June 2008
June 30, 2008

Tiffany's Ring

I’m a strong believer that any woman named Tiffany should own a piece of jewelry from Tiffany’s. For as long as I can remember knowing a jewelry store bearing my name existed I have wanted to get something. But I also grew up very poor.  As I result I remain extremely thrifty.  I beat myself up about almost all of my purchases because I think about how I should put that money in to savings and/or retirement. So I had settled on the dream of some day getting a Tiffany engagement ring from my Mr. Right. But last December I decided to splurge.  On December 30th I decided to spend New Year’s Eve in Las Vegas and on a whim booked a flight on Priceline.  Every time I had gone to Las Vegas in the past I would stop by the Tiffany store and fantasize about the beautiful jewelry.  But this trip I decided I was going to buy something.  I don’t wear a lot of jewelry or makeup so I wanted something simple, classic, beautiful and can be worn everyday…a signature Tiffany sterling silver ring. I was so happy to walk out of the store with a cute Tiffany teal-colored bag.  I did a mini photo shoot in honor of the occasion when I got back to my hotel room.  I was proud of my purchase.  It symbolized that I could afford to buy myself nicer things.  And that some of the best things in life are worth waiting and saving for.

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— Tiffany Black

June 25, 2008

Marisa's Custom Ring

I brought a friend in the jewelry industry a pile of family jewelry that I didn’t wear but held a lot of sentimental value. I wanted to create a cocktail ring to honor three generations of the women in my family who previously owned, wore and loved the jewelry. The pieces honored special moments in their lives and were gifted to them with love. I wanted to bring their lives and stories with me into a piece of jewelry that marked this moment in my life: A few significant achievements and a future full of more.

My friend and I sat down and chatted a few times over the course of several weeks. I told him that I wanted a ring that reflects the beauty of a traditional diamond but also showcased the raw/organic beauty of rough diamonds. The cut, polished and finished stones would symbolize the achievements in my life, big and small, that have come after a lot of hard work and determination. I thought of these as “finished stories” or “closed books.” The rough, flawed, “less valuable” stones would symbolize of the journeys I’ve yet to take and all of the things I’ve yet to accomplish. These are stories that haven’t been told or discovered yet.

After sharing several of these stories with the jeweler, he asked me to go away for 30 days and let him think/design/create the piece. I was really nervous because I really couldn’t articulate what I wanted except for how personal and sentimental the piece would be to me and, hopefully, future generations of my family. I got an email on day 28 telling me that my ring was ready and I could come pick it up. I was really nervous when I got to his office. I opened the box and was absolutely blown away by how beautiful it was and how perfectly he captured the sentiments and stories.

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— Marisa Gordon

June 16, 2008

Donatella Versace's Ring

My yellow-and pink-diamond ring from Fred Leighton is the last gift my brother, Gianni, gave to me before he died—which is why I wear it quite often. He loved buying antique jewelry, and of course someone had to wear it. Gianni also taught me to have an appreciation of the craftsmanship of classic pieces. Modern jewelry rarely has the same kind of drama. The best thing about jewelry is that it never wears out—unlike some other loves. You can treasure it forever.

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—Donatella Versace

June 15, 2008

Meggan's Earrings

I found these earrings in Paris while I was there for the fall '08 runway shows. I was walking near Notre Dame and found a little antique shop and fell in love with these earrings. They are about 90 years old and from Uzbekistan. They were my birthday present to myself and I can't wait to visit the store again in October during the spring '09 shows.

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— Meggan Crum

June 14, 2008

Mary Kate's Necklace

This necklace was the first piece of jewelry I ever bought at a flea market. I found it on an overcrowded table run by this eccentric woman completely clad in all-vintage. At first I was skeptical about buying a piece from a flea market, but I think you have to buy things that you find to be beautiful whether they're in a bargain basement store or Colette in Paris. It's a huge necklace that garners a huge response; people are constantly complementing me on it. When I wear it I wear nothing else because the necklace is a true statement piece. I love it mostly because I know I'll wear it now, and when I'm 60 too.

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— Mary Kate McGrath

June 13, 2008

Isabel's Vintage Cuff

This vintage cuff belongs to a set that includes a similarly styled, bold long necklace. It's originally from Mexico and was given to my mother as a gift in the 1960s. My mom would often wear the set with her myriad floor length, monochromatic hostess dresses in black, grey or white. It made for an effortlessly global look. As a teenager in the 80s I loved to wear just the cuff with a crumpled white button-down with sleeves rolled up, loose Levi's and leather sandals – it was my interpretation of hippie-chic. As an adult I wear the pair, the cuff and the necklace, just like my mom used to, with my own array of long hostess dresses. I'm amazed at how many complements I get on the originality of the set and it makes me smile because it think that my mom must have been the recipient of such flattery too. Ultimately when I wear it I'm reminded that I'm lucky to have inherited my mom's great sense of style.

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— Isabel Gonzalez

June 13, 2008

Meg's Bracelet

This gold and white bracelet with Chinese characters is something that my great aunt bought for me in Hong Kong when I was nine years old. At the time, I was completely disinterested (probably because it wasn't pink or turquoise). But I kept it--thankfully! And now I wear this piece all the time. It's great if I'm wearing all white with gold accessories in the summer or with a variety of other things in my closet and I now consider it my favorite piece in my jewelry box.

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— Meg Hemphill

June 12, 2008

Kirsten's Bracelet

I've had this antique bracelet since my 13th birthday. It was given to me, the eldest grand-daughter, by my granny: she inherited it from her grandmother, who brought the bracelet with her when she emigrated to New Zealand from Scotland in 1902. Over the years I've added two things to it: a small jade Buddha given to me on my 21st birthday by my favorite great-aunt. Her husband bought her the charm while stationed in Asia as a pilot in World War II. The second charm is a blue pearl bought for me by a cousin. The bracelet is very precious to me—and very big and heavy—so I am careful about where and when I wear it. When I do wear it, I wear no other jewelry as it's a real statement piece. And I feel like I'm carrying my family's history and love and support with me.

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— Kirsten Matthew

June 12, 2008

Ashley's Necklace

I bought this necklace in Xalapa, Mexico, three years ago from a boutique that would make the jewelry per request.  That summer I was visiting my best friend from college who grew up on a coffee plantation in Xalapa!  We had matching necklaces made to remember my special trip.  Every time I wear this necklace I get so many compliments because of its unique shape and color.  I also feel like it will be a lasting piece since it’s made from natural stone and crystal beading.

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— Ashley Lawson

June 10, 2008

Nakisha's Pearls

This necklace is as old as I am!  As a child I'd go through my mother's jewelry and always begged for her to let me wear pieces.  She'd let me wear a classic strand of pearls that she had on special occasions and I was always fascinated by the story:  after a 19 hour labor (wheew!) I came screaming into the world and at that moment my mother took a look at me and was consumed with fear wondering whether or not she'd know what to do with this tiny child and if I'd always look like a wrinkled alien like I did on the first day (I am her first child and I'm sure she was crazed with hormones so I forgive her for that one). My dad took a look at us and reassured her that everything would be fine and gave her a beautiful strand of pearls in appreciation for her and the production she just went through. My mom had always intended to give me the pearls on my wedding day, but my Junior year of college when I became an member of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Inc my mom presented them to me at our induction ceremony and through tears told me that she was proud of the woman that I was becoming, that I had turned into a beautiful person (no aliens here, much to her relief I'm sure) and that she couldn't wait to see the great things I'd accomplish. Today these pearls are a reminder of how far I come and I wear them with a reminder of all the faith and love that my mother has for me.  I hope to have a daughter to pass them on to one day and look forward to sharing their sweet story.

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— Nakisha Williams

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