I’m not the type to wear a gazillion pieces of jewelry. I wear things that mean something to me – my mother’s ring, my wedding/engagement rings (of course), a heart pendant my hubby gave me one Valentine’s Day, something my children made me, etc. I never ever buy things for myself, never ask for jewelry (or anything for that matter, I tend to drive people crazy come gift-giving time), But if you could only see the collection of past jewelry I have. Some if it just ain’t pretty. So Momdot asked some of it’s readers to take a walk down memory lane with your jewelry, and to find the ugliest piece you wear. I can’t find just one. I can find several. Those relics buried in your jewelry box, c’mon, you know what I’m talkin’ about. Oh, and once found, to take a picture with each item, next to your face. Well if I have to pose with my these pieces of jewelry, I can promise you, it isn’t going to be a happy one.
So here I am, and here they are, in no particular order, the ugliest pieces I own, along with backstories. Feel free to laugh 🙂
The first is the saddest – my original engagement ring. It isn’t intentionally ugly, it just no longer has any diamonds in it 🙁 Each one fell out, one by one. It’s older than old, passed down from generation to generation, to the eldest daughter of each generation to use as their engagement ring. It meant SO much to me to get it. And lo and behold, I’m the one who breaks the tradition, breaking the ring 🙁 Now, its just a piece of gold, with prongs holding nothing with a big saw mark through the bottom of the ring where it had to be cut off 🙁 My sad face should say it all 🙁
#2 ugliest – this “thumb ring”. Not sure where I got it, not sure what I was thinking in keeping it all these years. But its UG-LY with a capital UHHHH
Lastly, this pendant my hubby brought home for me from Iraq (sorry hubby). I adore the thought, considering Iraq has tons of gold available to them he said, he simply had to buy me something while there, and he’s such a sweetheart for wanting to shower me with presents, but it truly is Iraqi designed jewelry, so boxy looking and BLAH. Nothing particularly striking about it. I wore it forever, though, because it was indeed the thought that counts, my husband means the world to me and he bought it, so that meant a lot to me regardless of what I thought of it’s looks, until the necklace broke. It has since been in my jewelry box.
So there you have it, Momdot.