After my wind-up jewellery box featuring a tutu-ed ballerina and a sound track straight from the local ice cream van was brutally manhandled in a burglary last year I spent several months sourcing sparkling trinketry. My major pieces which whizzed out the door included my engagement ring, my wedding band, my eternity ring and a much adored family heirloom.
After much ado I decided that I wanted just one ring to replace them all - I'll hold off on that LOTR cliche. I fell in love with a beautiful vintage piece from Joseph Bonnar in Edinburgh but my diminutive size 3.75 ring finger ( that's width, just over a UK I) proved to be a bit of a problem, the only solution was "off with its head" and the addition of a brand new diamond encrusted band which I felt would steal the soul of the flapper who had once worn it.
I let it go and sulked all the way to Bond Street where I fell into the arms of that filthy rich cad, Harry W and went on to chink glasses in Tiffany, Cartier and Boodles.
Now that I have just one piece from what was once four, it feels a little bit too much both on my finger and geographically.
(in Beverly Hills it would be a mere bagatelle)
For one who was never really interested in fine jewellery, I have been unable to give up rummaging in the magpie's nest and have just discovered the most wonderful jeweller in London:
New Zealand born, Jessica McCormack whose bijou scintillating emporium is nestled just across from The Connaught; all the better for sparkles after sparkles.
( Her favourite wine is Stolen Kiss Rose - have any of the Antipodeans whet their whistle upon it?)
One day I would love to have her make me a more wearable every day piece, something unusual with a vintage feel.
Cheque books at the ready...
all pics courtesy : Instagram.