Published on August 5th, 2015 | by Ann Rickard0
I’ve given up .
Mostly because I don’t have much of it. But really because I think too much jewellery on the ‘mature’ woman looks…what can I say without offending a mature women who loves her bling?…well, it looks way bad. (That’s as nice as I can say it.)
“It was black and stretchy and had a knot in it if you can image such a thing.”
As for the older woman wearing chunky, wooden or ‘ethnic’ jewellery…well, Kath and Kim is all I can think of.
I have seen women of a certain age in restaurants wearing charm bracelets they may have had for 40 years and while I love a bit of nostalgia, the jangle and jingle every time they make tiny movement only brings attention to the arm and we don’t want that do we?
I used to wear dangly earrings, even big hoops, and there was a time (was I mad?) when I had three piercing in each year.
But now that I am of an age, I find anything other than a tiny pair of diamond (fake, unfortunately) studs is all I feel comfortable with.
A couple of years ago I bought a choker style necklace while I was in France.
It was black and stretchy and had a knot in it if you can image such a thing.
The sales assistant told me it was made in France by an artist and it was actually a one-off ‘gallery’ piece.
I paid about $200 for it and thought it I was the knees of a bee wearing it…until my six year old granddaughter asked me why I was wearing a bit of old rubber tyre around my neck.
Now I am more understated and aware of too much of anything that might draw focus to me.
As Coco Chanel said: “Before leaving the house a lady should look in the mirror and remove one accessory.”
I say look at your outfit. If you are wearing a colourful or brightly patterned dress, I think that’s enough statement.
One piece of good jewellery with, say, a little black dress, is all you need…again this is my opinion.
Having said all that, only last month in France I bought a solid silver ring made out of a teaspoon from a young man who goes all over his country buying up old silver wear from grannies’ attics and forms them into quite extraordinary jewellery.
I thought I was the pants of an ant wearing that ring…until the six year old granddaughter asked me why I had an old spoon wrapped around my finger.