Something Worth Gossiping About

Remember those teen years, when it seemed that minor blips in your daily adolescent experience were picked up on the radar of others?  A generic comment in passing suddenly became a pointed statement that blossomed into a need to magnify and dissect hidden meanings or, worse yet, rectify situations that existed only in your own imagination.  As Taylor Swift attests: “Another day, another drama, drama.”

The most beautiful aspect of being in your thirties is that you start to leave behind the dependent parts of your personality.  The insecurity of teen years and social transformation of the twenties evolves into an era of loving yourself for you who are without caring about what others think.  It’s time for some self-appreciation!

I’m reminded of the wisdom of Socrates, who taught that when it comes to gossip, there is a Triple Filter Test to follow: is it True, is it Good, or is it Useful?  In the case of my recent trinket infatuation, I believe we can safely check-off the triumvirate.  So let’s gossip a bit about affordable luxury, shall we?

Mejuri for Christmas

I was drawn to Mejuri for two reasons.  Firstly, the brand is founded on the feminist idea that women should be empowered to make their own jewelry decisions, and buy fine jewelry for themselves, instead of waiting for them to be gifted. (Not to say that the hubby shouldn’t be encouraged to expand my collection because let’s be honest, that should totally happen.)  The brand also supports independent designers and ensures that all of its diamonds are ethically sourced.

Mejuri Stack Rings

Top: Solo Black Diamond Ring; Left: Beaded Ring; Right: Twist Ring

Since I don’t wear much jewelry, I especially love the understated minimalism of the designs.  My go-to wardrobe editions are a three-piece stack and a simple black diamond necklace.  Black gemstones are beautiful in contrast to a traditional yellow-gold and can be paired with most color palettes, so they are the perfect addition to any beginner collection.

Treat Yourself to Mejuri

These rings also give me serious Tolkien-vibes.  My precious.

Mejuri Under The Tree

I’ve already added a few additional Mejuri items to my Christmas wishlist, so Santa, if you’re reading this, hook a girl up and I promise not to spill your secrets.

Mejuri Nightstand



A Categorical Imperative

I spent a recent weekend discussing matters of a philosophical sense, and in the process found myself giving advice, as many of us are wont to do.  This is where my trouble began, and why we are now contemplating here the results of that action.  Let us muse: a year ago, I wiped clean the slate of years of work and dedication to a casual word form that gave me much satisfaction – blogging.  I fell victim to that small voice many of us become acquainted with throughout our public lives, the one that whispers judgments and verdicts without authority to do so.  In one fell swoop, I removed a part of my very identity in order to protect my privacy.  Since then, I’ve slogged through life, encouraging others to speak their truths and chase their dreams, follow their passions and overcome their challenges, but have neglected to apply my words to my own experiences.

Kant’s kategorischer Imperativ suggests that one should act as they would want others to act towards all.  Certainly, I am muddying his meaning in applying a moral universal law to this particular situation, but our takeaway should be that lives are too short to live according to the whims of others, and it’s certainly hypocritical to encourage a particular line of thought without aligning one’s own actions to one’s proselytization.  This is a convoluted way to announce what is certainly obvious by now: in 2018, I vow to resume blogging.

Whereas my tedious point takes liberties with Kantian ethics, the philosopher and I can more closely agree on matters of a more fashionable sense.  My lifestyle has changed and I find it pointless to adhere to many of the unique style choices I previously made or commit to a ‘blind’ imitation of fast-fashion for short-lived gratification, reverting instead to an ‘enlightened’ representation of Mom-casual: neutrals and flats prescribed by my now thirty-something-year-old habits.  However, Simmel (1983) made an observation regarding fashion and Kant’s Critique of Judgment Power.  He posits that “fashion is a living antimony” (that is from the Greek: anti and monos, or not alone) which “does not have to make up its mind whether to be or not to be, because it can both be and not be at the same time.”  I am entering this new era without expectation or promise, but I do commit to face the being without regret, as I would want others to do the same.  I hope that you’ll experience this with me.


Throwback to a time when blogging was a priority and sweats with loafers was my passion


Simmel, G. 1983b. Die Mode. In G. Simmel. PhilosophischeKultur.  Berlin: Wagenbac