Blinged Out

I inherited a lot of nice jewelry from my mother and, before her, my grandmother. But I don't really go anyplace to wear nice jewelry. I have my gold bracelets I never take off -- although I did sell one when I was broke -- and other than that, I don't wear much jewelry. I usually put on earrings, matching them to my mood or outfit (more the former than the latter). Tonight I went to a gallery opening. What better event to occasion breaking out my bling? I wore my mother's ruby and diamond earrings and her custom-made diamond rings. One of the rings has two huge diamonds. I'm not good at estimating carats, but my guess is that this ring has at least two. Honestly, the value of this jewelry makes me nervous.

I'm not sure why I decided to wear the jewelry tonight. I haven't been to a gallery opening in a long time, but I remembered them as being dressy affairs. My wardrobe isn't built for such events (I've always had an LBD -- little black dress -- but I don't at the moment. I wouldn't even know what kind of dress would work for my current body) so I did the best I could, and maybe compensated with the jewelry. I couldn't do anything immediately about my size, but everytime I looked down at the sparkly gems on my fingers I felt elegant, glamorous even. It had nothing to do with what other people saw, only with how I felt. Still, I won't lie; I would trade all the diamonds to be able to wear my usual (for many years) size ten stylish clothes.