The season of presents lies in wait, just around the corner of that large turkey in your refrigerator. What better time to browse some jewelry? There’s little so versatile as jewelry, the stuff of dreams, a tool of power, glitter in a monotone day. I have been known to procrastinate all kinds of important tasks, scrolling through pictures of jewels.
Now, as you can see, if you take a quick peak at the right hand sidebar of this blog, Privilege has a sponsor. Beladora. Specializing in, unsurprisingly, estate jewelry. Let me quickly clarify the relationship, so that we can enjoy the images below, free of any nagging worry of undisclosed commerce.
Beladora has paid me for ad real estate. They have also offered a very small commission on any sale through the link. Yes, if you click the picture of the Van Cleef Alhambra ring, Beladora will know you came from Privilege. However, I have no obligation to write anything at all about Beladora jewelry. As I thought about sponsors, I realized that since I write Privilege primarily to, um, write, and to talk with you, I would not feel comfortable with sponsored posts.
And, in terms of the commission, for the initial part of this grand experiment I plan to accrue all revenue from the Beladora link. In 3 months, if we’ve got an amount of any significance, I’ll use it to host a Privilege[d] Beladora giveaway. Wouldn’t that be fun? We must dip our toes into commerce carefully. Giving presents dulls the sting of earning a living.
Right, that’s out of the way.
I have long-standing desire for a set of serious diamond earrings. The kind that hang, move, and twinkle in the night. Diamonds make a woman grin big. Five carats, Art Deco-inspired, serious dollars.
I also have a red-headed daughter who can carry off a pretty good Blake Lively imitation. This Georgian parure of gold and topaz, with a very short little black dress? A red carpet? If only to say, with insouciance, “Oh, this old parure?”
But let’s re-enter the usual world. The one in which we are neither princess nor movie star. You know the one I mean. In this world, should one happen to own anything by Miuccia Prada, I have been told on good authority that Ms. Prada loves a vintage charm bracelet. Not bad with a Shabby Apple dress either. Charm bracelets say mid-century like nobody’s business. I have one, but it’s silver, and tarnished. You try polishing a miniature piggy-bank’s curly tail, or lobster pot. Not fun. Better in gold.
Of course, in our real world, some of us have jobs. In those jobs, some of us wear suits. And on some of those suits, on some days, one can augment the corporate lapel with a small indicator of our spirit. Impunity. Via a Victorian Etruscan-style brooch.
Finally, for those who love both a bargain and a trend, the Ippolita Rock Candy 3 Stone bracelet, in turquoise. For summer days and tan forearms, or black 3/4 sleeves in winter. Retail price, $1650. Beladora price, $795.
Rock on. As they say.