Harbour Island Jewelry

I don't wear much jewelry. I figure it's a reaction to how I dressed in high school. Back then, I looked like a Madonna impersonator, or an extra in a John Hughes movie. On an average day, I wore brooches, rings, earrings, necklaces, and bracelets, all stacked high. I tied the look together with a big black satin bow in my curly hair. You could probably hear me coming a block away as I jingled under the weight of so much fake Chanel-style jewelry. I routinely set off metal detectors at airports (and once at the Canadian Parliament!) I'd say I looked ridiculous, but hey, everyone did in the 80s!

That's obviously not my style anymore.

Now, I have three things that I feel naked without- pearl and diamond stud earrings, and two simple pieces that remind me of Harbour Island.

A few years ago I found this silver ring at The Sand Dollar, a lovely store on King Street in Dunmore Town. I love it because the "stone" is actually beach glass from nearby Pink Sand Beach. I get tons of compliments on it, and I enjoy telling its origin story.

The other thing I wear every day is my India Hicks Love Letters L necklace. It's geometric, in the style of India's father, renowned designer David Hicks- the L is subtle, in diamonds. I tried to find it at The Sugar Mill on HI, but they never had an L when I was there, so I ended up getting it at Hold Renfrew back in Toronto. I saw India at an event at the Design Exchange, not long after buying it, and she seemed delighted to see it being worn and loved.

Briland Jewelry.

Both pieces are subtle and minimal. Sometimes, I miss being decked out like a Christmas tree, but mostly, I'm good with my simple silver reminders of my Happy Place.

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