It all stems from the tragic loss of my high school ring to a dirtbag from my past in the final move before navy boot camp in orlando on June 11, 1976. I was very young at this juncture and the aversion to walking around bejeweled just stuck. Thusly, like hats on my head I have never felt the impetus to wear any form of jewelry ever again and this attitude has held me in it's grip for almost 50 years now.
Thank you Michael S Johnson.
March 13 brings us National Jewel Day and recognizes precious stones, jewelry, and jewelers.
I admire cut stones. The facets and faces and angles and sparkle. I was once a student of gems and their relationship to the findings comprising jewelry. While now my immersion ended long ago and I may admire these things — I do not wear them.
I have also been known to watch antique roadshow on pbs to have a look at the jewelry they encounter.
It piques my interest but I no longer covet them as I do so many other things in the material world. I like jewelry from a standpoint of observatory esthetics.
I don't wear or covet it but I enjoy rubber necking and eyeballing — admiration from afar if you will.