|Covetable Verdura cuffs.|
No, let me explain: It’s not the “latest thing” per se, it’s my latest thing. Since the debut of my blog I have assiduously avoided ever using the first person pronoun in either a headline or the first word of a blog post. There, now I (first person singular) can move on.
I have a thing about jewelry. I tend to be fickle with the exception of earrings. With earrings I am unfailingly loyal. It’s all the rest. For a few years or months it might be bangles, then necklaces, a string or two of pearls, sometimes I pull out my charm bracelet, occasionally a big brooch, but these days as in about one month, it’s all about cuff bracelets. They seem to make my predominantly black and sometimes navy ensembles look polished, dressed up, elegant.
|Lapis on “gold wash” cuff by Evelyn Knight, $115.|
|From Splenderosa, $45.|
|Splenderosa again, $75.|
|Evelyn Knight’s malachite embellished cuff, $115.|
|If the above baubles are too reasonably priced for you, let’s not forget the beautiful, liquid lines of an Elsa Peretti cuff. This one, from her “Bone” collection, rings in at $14,950 from Tiffany, of course.|
Clearly, one with the possibility of whipping out one of those color-coded credit cards that signal to all the world an individual’s wherewithal, one’s first cuff choice might be — probably would be — one from Verdura. In that case, for those incrusted with jewels the investment — and we are talking investment here — would be minimally, upwards of $30,000. In my opinion, I would prefer to show my economic standing with a Verdura bracelet rather than a plastic card, but that’s just me.
|Kenneth Jay Lane, $59 if you go here.|
Here then I’ve curated a collection of cuffs for your perusal. Some, as you can see, are downright bargain priced and, from first hand knowledge, I can assure you they do not look it. Note the similarity between the Verdura “Criss-Cross” and the Kenneth J. Lane “Lattice” cuff. For those of you who are KJL fans you will see from whence much of his inspiration came.
More tomorrow. Remember, My-Reason-For-Living-In-France says I’m an “excessive.