the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Category: jewelry



arizona necklace by tammy tiranasar


trolling and finding: diy macrame


my love for macrame includes one day learning how to do it.

+ Waxed cord—you can also use hemp, yarn, suede cording, or any type of string, really.
+ Scissors
+ A flat surface—a board, piece of cardboard, or a wall all work.
+ 4 push pins or nails

Instructions for a macrame friendship bracelet:

Step 1: Cut one piece of cord at 1 ½ yards long and another 2 ½ yards long. Fold the two strands in half and pin them into the wood, cardboard, or wall at their middle. The two longer strands will be doing the knotting, so make sure they are on the outside and the short strands are on the inside. Pin the inside strands in place.

Step 2: To make a square knot, first create a loop with the left outside strand, tucking it under the two middle strands and over the right outside strand. Create a loop with the right outside strand, this time crossing over the two middle strands and tucking under the left outside strand.

Step 3: Reverse the process, crossing the left strand over the middle and under the right one and the right strand under the middle and over the left. Pull both outside strands up and out until you create a knot on the two strands in the middle.

Step 4: Repeat step 2 and 3 until you have created a series on knots—under and over, over and under, then pull. You can continue with this knot to make a full bracelet  (jump to step 9 to finish), or you can move on to step 5 to learn a half knot, which looks like a twist.

Step 5: For the half knot, the string in your left hand will always go under then over, and the strand in your right hand will always go over then under.

Step 6: Pull and repeat 5 until you have about 2 inches of loose string at the bottom of the bracelet, and tie the ends into a knot.

Step 7: Take the bracelet off the board and pull the end knot through the loop at the top. Ta-da! You have a macramé friendship bracelet.

image: cold picnic macrame necklaces (drool)

instructions: cold picnics 7-step macrame guide (with pictures) via of a kind.



“Tape the sound of the moon fading at dawn.
Give it to your mother to listen to when she’s in sorrow.”
― Yoko Ono

Marianne Batlle Large Brooch: here

i’d take my earring out

Ah Margarida,
If I gave you my life,
What would you do with it?

I’d take my earrings out of hook,
Marry a blind man,
And live on a tree-lined block.

1. George Hendrik Breitner. The Earring. 1893
2. poem: Ah Margarida by Álvaro de Campos

and a treat:
the flowers she sent and the flowers she said she sent

And you tremble like an ostrich
In your ostrich feather coat

two kinds of women

image: here

stoned love

The materials used in Gönül Paksoy’s Bead Collection can be grouped into five: bone, mollusk shell, stone, glass, and mine. The extent of their use varies depending on the era that is represented by the beads. The most primitive beads were made of bone or mollusk shell. After they had passed to a settled life however, modern people started to produce more aesthetic and elegant beads which are made of glass and mine using both precious and semi-precious stones.

Glass and ceramic beads represent the richest and the most diversified group of beads in Paksoy’s Collection. Glass beads were widely used especially in the iron era thanks to its plasticity and affordability. This tradition has even survived to this day without disregarding the technological developments it has undergone.

As a matter of fact, bead is a typical gift for dead people. This is the main reason why it is so commonly found in the collections. People would use beads to embellish the deceased bodies in the funerals. They would bury them with elegant jewels and clothes. In Gönül Paksoy’s Collection you will easily realize that many and the most outstanding beads are of Urartu –East Anatolia origin

Urartu beads from Gönül Paksoy’s “From Collection to Creation” exhibit at Rezan Has Museum via Laminar Design by way of i’m revolting

the shells grew within

The question was this: Why are seashells often found far from the sea, sometimes embedded in solid rock at the tops of mountains? The ancient Greeks had known and written about these seashells. Medieval theologians had noticed them in the building stones of their cathedrals. Miners and quarrymen found them, as did farmers, shepherds, and travelers. Even the Pope in Rome must have noticed them and wondered, because they littered the slopes of Vatican Hill.

Today we think it natural to say that the seashells were left by a sea that once covered the land. This, in fact, was the explanation offered by the ancient Greeks. The very earliest of the Greek philosophers, the so-called Pre-Socratics, made it the keystone of their various theories of the world, six centuries before Christ. Aristotle continued the tradition, writing that the waxing and waning of the seas were part of the world’s “vital process.” The land naturally experienced many inundations over the course of time.

Yet most educated people of Steno’s time rejected this idea. They thought instead that the shells grew within the Earth. Despite all appearances, the seashells were not actually seashells at all. No clams had ever lived inside the fossil clam shells; no seas had ever covered the mountains.

photo: jf and son via hntr gthrr
text from: the seashell on the mountaintop by alan cutler

a necklace of black agate

“Akhmatova often sat smoking a cigarette at a side table, dressed in a tight skirt, with a scarf round her shoulders and a necklace of black agate. She was always surrounded by a group of admirers. Alexander Blok, the great poet of the preceding generation, found Akhmatova’s beauty strangely terrifying. Mandelstam described her as ‘a black angel’ with the mark of God upon her.”

-Elaine Feinstein, Anna of All the Russias: A Life of Anna Akhmatova

photo: here

text from the awesome: hunter’s heart

every whale mother needs

a barnacle ring.


“Give me hunger, pain and want,
Shut me out with shame and failure
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!

But leave me a little love.”
~Carl Sandburg

Georgian Zeus and Hera bracelets