Lord of the Rings Tolkien quote crown necklace in gold brass

'The crownlass again shall be king' is the last line of the famous Tolkien poem from The Fellowship of the Ring. This necklace is very versatile. You will want to wear it every day, because it's such a precious thought to be carrrying with you always, but it may also serve as a great piece to wear with a wedding dress. After all, one of the meanings of a wedding is that the couple is actually made King and Queen in their own home, which is interesting!

 Available here. Magnificent!

Gold Cross Necklace

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridall of the earth and skie:
The dew shall weep thy fall to night;
For thou must die.

Sweet rose, whose hue angrie and brave
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye:
Thy root is ever in its grave
And thou must die.

Sweet spring, full of sweet dayes and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie:
My musick shows yehave your closes,
And all must die.

Onely a sweet and vertuous soul,
Like season'd timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
Then chiefly lives.

(George Herbert, Vertue. From The Temple, 1633)

 The necklace is available here. Have a happy weekend!

Lady Lazarus inspiration

Hello my wonderful followers :) Summer is here for good so I have been too lazy to blog lately. But I had to show you something new that I made, and all because of my FB page, which has proved a great source of inspiration. I was asking the other day what my FB page likers' favorite poem was, when I was asked the same question back. I couldn't decide on just one favorite, so I listed a few of my top 10. One of the poems was Sylvia Plath's Lady Lazarus, so I thought about making a new pair of earrings to allude to that and I immediately got to work.

  I have done it again.
  One year in every ten
  I manage it——

  A sort of walking miracle, my skin
  Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
  My right foot

  A paperweight,
  My face a featureless, fine
  Jew linen.

  Peel off the napkin
  O my enemy.
  Do I terrify?——

  The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
  The sour breath
  Will vanish in a day.

  Soon, soon the flesh
  The grave cave ate will be
  At home on me

  And I a smiling woman.
  I am only thirty.
  And like the cat I have nine times to die.

  This is Number Three.
  What a trash
  To annihilate each decade.

  What a million filaments.
  The peanut-crunching crowd
  Shoves in to see

  Them unwrap me hand and foot
  The big strip tease.
  Gentlemen, ladies

  These are my hands
  My knees.
  I may be skin and bone,

  Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
  The first time it happened I was ten.
  It was an accident.

  The second time I meant
  To last it out and not come back at all.
  I rocked shut

  As a seashell.
  They had to call and call
  And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

  Dying
  Is an art, like everything else,
  I do it exceptionally well.

  I do it so it feels like hell.
  I do it so it feels real.
  I guess you could say I've a call.

  It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
  It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
  It's the theatrical

  Comeback in broad day
  To the same place, the same face, the same brute
  Amused shout:

  'A miracle!'
  That knocks me out.
  There is a charge

  For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
  For the hearing of my heart——
  It really goes.

  And there is a charge, a very large charge
  For a word or a touch
  Or a bit of blood

  Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
  So, so, Herr Doktor.
  So, Herr Enemy.

  I am your opus,
  I am your valuable,
  The pure gold baby

  That melts to a shriek.
  I turn and burn.
  Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

  Ash, ash —-
  You poke and stir.
  Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——

  A cake of soap,
  A wedding ring,
  A gold filling.

  Herr God, Herr Lucifer
  Beware
  Beware.

  Out of the ash
  I rise with my red hair
  And I eat men like air.


This is what I made. I hope you like it :)

You can find these earrings here. I hope you are relaxing as well, I am leaving you for now :)

Here is the place where I love you

When I first read the plot of The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins (Scholastic, 2008) I couldn't help thinking about the Greek myth of Theseus, only to discover that the writer actually had Theseus, among other things, in mind. That, and discovering what her other influences might be, was the main reason why I wanted to read the book.

At some point in the story there is this 'Mountain Air', that Katniss sings to Rue while she's dying. It goes like this:

Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.
 
Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
 
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, A moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.
 
Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

This last line was too strong for me to pass by. I just had to make something, something ethereal, warm and shiny, like the sun beams at sunrise, as I think this place has to be real, if only for all the innocent. I came up with these:

I will admit that had it not been for the film, I would not have heard of the book, since I am not a 'young adult'! But I really liked Sting singing 'Deep in the Meadow', as a bonus unlisted CD track:

Art Nouveau Necklace

I called this necklace Art Nouveau, long chain necklace with recycled part, antique brass and white rhinestones. It is one of a kind of course, and it's so easy to style. Just think of all the vintage fashions this season! Fabulous!

The Lena Horne Legacy Earrings

‘My identity is very clear to me now. I am a black woman, I’m not alone, I’m free. I no longer have to be a credit, I don’t have to be a symbol to anybody, I don’t have to be a first to anybody. I don’t have to be an imitation of a white woman that Hollywood sort of hoped I’d become. I’m me, and I’m like nobody else.’
(Lena Horne)





'I 'm me, and I'm like nobody else'.
I felt I had to make this into a piece of jewelry, so this pair of earrings was the result. And what better thing to accompany this post, than 'It's not easy being green', the lyrics of the song written by Joe Raposo for Sesame Street, where Lena Horne sings with Kermit the Frog:

It's not easy being green
Having to live each day the color of the leaves
When I think it would be so much nicer being red, or yellow or gold
Or something much more colorful like that

No, it's not so easy being green
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things
And people? They tend to pass you over 'cause you're
Not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water
Or like stars in the sky

But green is the color of Spring
And green can be cool and friendly-like
And green can be big like an ocean, or important
Like a river, or tall like a tree

But, when green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why; oh! Why wonder?
I 'm green and it 'll do fine, it's beautiful
And I think it's what I want to be