Something to Call My Own

I bought my first real jewellery last Sunday. It wasn’t really expensive, but the fact that I got it using my own money, the satisfaction is priceless!! Just like in the bank ad.

Even if I love accessorizing, I’m not really a fan of this real jewellery thing as I think it portrays the image of a much 'mature' woman, especially those thick golden bracelet, necklace dan yang seumpama dengannya.

Another factor that I don’t really fancy those as much is due to my clumsy nature (or I would call it a gold curse). I’m prone of losing the real jewellery, so far I’d lost a gold anklet, ring, earring and only God know how many times I’d been panicking over the misplaced stuff. It was not stolen, I just lost it.

So this resulted in my hands being ‘bare’ and my Mom always had to ask me to wear some of hers for weddings, so that err… actually why do women are sort of expected to wear their finest jewelllery during wedding? It’s somewhat an unwritten rule, which I suspected not for a good cause and I really against...

However there were other people too that noticed my ‘bare’ hands and had been very generous to give me a thick gold bracelet (alamak!) as a gift (?) Anyway, it had been with me only for a couple of months, I had returned back.

Fast forward to Sunday, I didn’t plan to buy one. I just browsed through the rows and rows of the glittering thing simply as a feast for my eyes. Then saw this particular ring and I asked that kakak to take it out for me to try.

Somehow glitters had blinded my eyes (and perhaps mind as well)! Within a few minutes, the ring and the money changed hands-it was a super impulsive buy. My money management is soo bad!

But it was amazing how a little metal band like that could instantly lift up the look of my stubby and unattractive finger. Now I can’t take my eyes off it…