Sunday, November 17, 2013

A piece of tourmaline.


SUNDAY. When I saw this crystal in ring form on a SteamPunk Evolution vending booth sometime last year, I fell in lust. As it would, the beauty sold before I remembered the ancient art of carrying cash around. It took several months for him to find another piece of black tourmaline, but when he did, he kept it rough just like I wanted, and placed it atop a match-everything hued band ... when in doubt, neither gold nor silver. As soon as I re-manicure my heinous working hands, I'll reshoot with an outfit. In the meantime, enjoy my new favorite bauble on a vintage horn...

                                                  


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