So, listen: I really like jewelry. Bling is inherently apotropaic and has been since before we were sentient protohumans. The history of our species’ relationship with jewelry is so fucking interesting. I’m no anthropologist or historian, but I can tell you a whole fucking lot about trade beads, Tibetan dzi, Thai baht gold, Viking festoons, the history of the nazar, etc. I like to buy and make jewelry. It’s a whole ass side passion of mine. Studying it gives me hella joy.
A few years ago I found something super interesting in an antique store not too far from where I currently live. A small silver pin or brooch, just a little bigger than a quarter. Openwork repousse style, with filligree and a stylized leaf, really detailed for how small it is. No hallmark on the back other than a STERLING stamp (not 925, the whole word) and an old-style hinged stick pin with that rotating locking clasp. And a hook, empty. The mystery of it totally just grabbed me and I bought it that day.
And every so often I try for several hours at a time to figure out exactly what it is, to no avail. It’s been at least two or more years and I still haven’t managed to identify it fully. The lack of a maker’s mark, the empty hook, everything about it eludes me.
Was it a convertible pendant with a missing original chain, a brooch with a missing dangling charm, a watch pin with a missing watch fob, or a chatelaine with a missing…everything??
This sounds like a fascinating obsession! Would you be willing to share a photo of the pin?
Here it is, and a picture of the back with a quarter for scale. Note the plain hallmark, high-quality soldering and the distinctive style of hook. This pin was cast or stamped by hand, and the flash at the openwork finished by hand as well.
Ignore the jump rings and dangling gem; I put them there as placeholders until I find a proper chatelaine chain. (Do you see what I mean by that similarity to the Jugendstil/Skonvirke style of brooch in this orientation?)
I still go by the theory that this was a watch pin or chatelaine from England or France, but it could very well be simply decorative and not made for function. If this were made to be a convertible pendant/brooch combo, which was very common at the time, then this pin should actually be viewed upside-down.
I’d super fucking appreciate any help in identifying this pin. No matter how hard I try, I can’t narrow down the date of manufacture or country of origin. Even just telling me what type of leaf this is would be a huge help.
you ever think about how it was never stated who created coco from fosters home for imaginary friends and she was just found in a jungle and she can just create anything by laying an egg
i choose to believe she is a god
nvm so i was reading her wiki and
her body is a plane
she can create anything that a little girl would need to survive
Prudence’s response for those of you who can’t get the link to work:
But nothing did happen. You received a thoughtful gift that cost more time than money. That’s it! If someone gives you a present you don’t like, you smile and say, “Thanks, how thoughtful,” and then stash it in the back of your closet. You don’t ask your kid to complain to the gift-giver via backchannel. It’s fine if you like to give expensive presents—and can afford to do so—but that’s not the only way to show someone that you care. Even if you don’t like knitwear, your daughter-in-law spent countless hours over the course of a half-year working on something very detailed for you, and you say yourself it was a lovely bedspread. Whether she got the yarn with the gift card you gave her or spent her own money is beside the point; you’re acting as if she re-gifted something when that clearly wasn’t the case. Your daughter-in-law’s gift was thoughtful and intricate; yours was financially generous and relatively generic. There would be no reason to compare the two if you hadn’t insisted on doing so in the first place.
You are grown adults with plenty of money; if there’s something you want for yourself, go ahead and buy it—this kind of petty scorekeeping around gift-giving is barely excusable when little children do it. Writing her a letter to express “sadness” that her own parents didn’t teach her proper etiquette would be wildly inappropriate, out of line, and an unnecessary nuclear option. And it’s a guaranteed ticket to make sure you see and hear about your grandchildren way less than you do now. You still have time to salvage this relationship—don’t die on this hill. Let it go, apologize for your churlishness, and take yourself shopping if you want a pricey gift this year.
the most valid thing about taako is that hes a depressed gourmet chef who would serve sour patch kids ice cream at a party that hes catering
bone ape the teeth
oh swag someone dug up this post id forgotten about, for Good Reason too! because this stuff? tastes like literal poison. those blue bits are rock hard landmines you Do Not Eat and the red stuff is shockingly gross if you hit a thick enough vein. im talking, the flavor equivalent of briefly touching your tongue to a live wire, exquisite, effervescent… the texture is gritty in the way fine sand in between your sweat soaked toes is gritty yet soft; it is fruity and sour and is exactly what tasting the blood of sour patch children should be like. the ice cream itself is actually a pleasantly chemical lemon flavor. i ate half a carton of it and felt taako in the chilis that is my soul. wh
have you ever been so in love with a fictional character so fucking much you don’t know what to do, so you just spend 37 hours looking every single last detail about that character and cry.
even spicier take: “non-binary” means a thousand different things to a thousand different people and therefore anyone of any sexuality could theoretically be attracted to a non-binary person in some capacity, so if you’re gay and someone you’re attracted to says, “i’m non-binary,” you don’t actually have to redefine your entire identity, you can just drink a cup of sleepytime tea and go right on being gay and into non-binary people.
I wish I put as much effort into my life as Phil Collins did into the Tarzan soundtrack
One time my Spanish 2 teacher was like “I dont have a lesson today. We’re watching Tarzan” and put it in the VHS (This was 2010). We [sophomores – seniors, I was a junior] were super excited. The movie starts and my friend and I look at each other and say at the same time “IS PHIL COLLINS SINGING IN SPANISH?!” I went home that night and found out Phil Collins sang the songs in the English, Italian, German, Spanish, and French versions of the film. Mind blown.
I did NOT know that and now I gotta look up all the versions that Phil Collins sang for omggg
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