Chats On The Hanger**

Once golden**

So let me be honest with you: I'm not much of an accessoriser. I can go for weeks without earrings, something that was once my staple accessory for years. Besides the basics I wear daily: my watch, my Nomination and Icon bracelets (all silver); I very seldom accessorize to the extent that even the one accessory I have always loved found itself neglected by me for two weeks before I realised it had only been correct twice a day for about 10 days: at 7:40 am and again 7:40 pm. Don't worry, I got this sorted out and I do love my watch.

This is not to say that I have something against accessories or that I do not have an eye for them, but rather I focus so much on purchasing statement garments that I forget that a necklace can also be the center of an outfit. I do own a few stellar pieces of jewelry, but I guess I just tend to forget to visit the jewelry corner when I go shopping. 

But...yes,I have a thing for gold plated rings that eventually go bronze and rustic with wear and tare - I don't know, it just feels like pieces like that always have a story. There's something sentimental about possessions that were not necessarily pricey, but are just perhaps a little more indispensable than the rest. My favourite piece(s) of jewelry are thus these two slim rings I bought from ALDO on impulse. They were gold plated initially, but lost their twinkle the more they encountered water and hand creams. My sister keeps telling me to buy new rings...I guess she doesn't get it like I do.

These feature in almost every Instagram post where my hands are doing the modelling. This (above) was on my birthday; I had painted my nails gold for the occasion (and to almost match the rings).

Bronze and Braids.

The perfect close-up on leather: one is a simple band and the other a bit more detailed.

Now that I look at this last image, I remember the wedding band my gran had when I was a kid and although her ring was pure gold, it was also slim and also had this rustic worn out look, as a result of laboring all day. Every time I observed it closely I would ask her questions about marriage and my deceased grandfather (kids don't care how sensitive the topic is, they ask anyway). She has since changed that ring to mark her acceptance and because every lady deserves new bling from time to time.

 I guess this now explains my attachment to these rings. Perhaps one day I'll post again with a new favourite ring on the finger next to the middle finger (wink-wink).