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DISPATCHES FROM THE HEART
It is very impressionistic to create a bold look that is rich in textures and details. A way to do this is by stacking thin pieces like narrow rings and bangles, worn many at a time reaching past the wrists and filling fingers. Around the neck, stacking a range of lengths or doubling a long chain creates thinner layers that drape and feel elongating. To exaggerate the style, mix a very short length with a very long length. Stacks of carriers still give a layered and textured look regardless of how many charms are incorporated. When layering charms themselves, the same idea applies where pieces look best mixed in a range of shapes and sizes, triangulated with longer foundation pieces toward the center and smaller charms on the sides. Or, on the arms with heavier charms closer to the wrists and lighter charms higher up the arm when multiple bracelets are stacked.
This perfectly poetic ode by John Keats (and the last poem he wrote before he died, at the ripe young age of 23) is a meditation of the quiet activity of daily observation and appreciation.
Quite simply, it reminds us to always look forward, and never look back. Enjoy.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twinéd flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring?
Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barréd clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
A personal collection can simply be the layers of charms on a single chain or bracelet, any way you wear it, alone or with many other necklaces or bracelets. This collection commemorates our life’s journey and has the deepest meaning. It is worn to remind and lives with any look because it is about all the little pieces that come together to represent something more intimate. Lighter bangles are perfect for collecting souvenirs of travel, celebrations or gifting to a collector. For more substantial collections, a classic heavier chain or clips are suitable to hold a significant group of charms and pendants.
1. Family, whether near or far, here or not here, we are thankful for them all.
2. Time. In the sense of taking it. Enjoying the moments and reveling in the peace (or chaos) of your beautiful life.
3. Miracles, of varying magnitude and scale. The little ones running around your yard, the big ones that you can’t believe happened (but they did.)
4. Corn on the cob… with butter. YES. Okay- that is silly but what’s 4th of July without corn on the cob?? And what’s corn on the cob without butter?? (A tragedy. That’s what.)