Lust

Ah..it's time for one of the biggies.  

Lust.  

Not just associated with sexual longing, it is also the lust for an object. 

The lust for power.  

The lust for bodily fulfillment, not to be mistaken for love.  

An intense longing or desire, so intense that you think of nothing else and become obsessed with attaining it.  

Would it be presumptuous to say that we've all experienced it in some form?  I can say with certainty that I have.  

It consumes you, leaves you disordered and self seeking.  

Derived from the Latin word, castus meaning "pure", the contrasting virtue is chastity.

Sterling, Imperial Jasper

The fourth talisman out of a total of seven, this particular ring is large and showy.  I've chosen a beautiful rose hued imperial jasper, the markings mimic an oozy, thick glaze of crimson desire. 

The patterning seems to coat the jasper, dripping over the edges of..sanity.

Once caught in its clutches, you become but a helpless insect caught in the molasses-like flow of amber.  

It is difficult to break free..chastity to counteract lust.

Wear this ring as protection from lust; may you always choose to be pure of mind, body and soul.

A Whale Of A Time.

Have you ever seen the movie Stealing Home?  It was made in the 80's and stars a young Jodie Foster and Mark Harmon..have I just dated myself..??  I haven't watched it in years and I'm sure it's nowhere as good as I remember it to be.  But what that movie did was make me fall in love with Maine..or what I envisioned Maine to be.  

Crashing waves and sand dunes at twilight, riding around in convertibles with the wind blowing through your hair.  Beachside cottages with white picket fences,  where everyone wears white and is sun-kissed a golden bronze, sipping gin and tonics while the evening breeze gently caresses the tall grass on the dunes.  

When I was in my early twenties, I finally took a road trip to Maine and the beaches were as lovely and romantic as I had hoped.  I stayed right on the water and watched the sunset every night of my 5 night stay there, sipping gin and tonics and wearing my beachiest whites.  I walked along the sand when the surf was low and collected the oceans offering of sea shells and beach glass, tumbled worn and smooth from countless embraces from the sea.  On my last day there, I walked to the corner store to grab a few essentials and as I stood by the cashier to pay, grabbed a vintage reproduction postcard that read, "Having a WHALE of a time in Maine!" with an illustration of a whale with exaggerated, animated eyes wearing vacation gear and waving hello.

I've moved countless times since then and my collection of shells, beach glass and even photographs from that trip have been misplaced and lost.  But I still have that postcard, a little worn and dog eared but I found it just the other day.  So I thought I'd make a whale ring, just for fun.

sterling, black onyx

When's the last time you had a whale of a time on a vacation?

xo Blue Gnome

New York, New York

Ocean Jasper, Sterling

New York.  The city that never sleeps.

I was in New York for the very first time a few years ago for work and it didn't disappoint.  

One night it rained and we laughed and ran our way through it to a cozy little restaurant that glowed like a beacon in the storm.  When we left, the downpour had turned into a light drizzle and we walked back to our hotel in the humid, night air with tummies full and our skin dewy from the late spring showers.  

It was a hectic work schedule there and the rest of the trip seemed to go by in a blur but I'll always remember that night when the city seemed to glisten.  The streetlights reflected off of the wet pavement and the headlights of the all-night New York traffic seemed for that one moment, magical.  

I saw this ocean jasper and in the dancing, glowing orbs saw New York as I had that night years ago.  

Like looking at the city through a window in the pouring rain..New York, New York.

This and a few other new additions available in my shop.

xo Blue Gnome