ELLE (Canada) - - Jet Set -

Jew­ellery, for me, is par­tic­u­larly bound to mem­ory. I can re­mem­ber my life through a se­ries of lovely flashes: be­ing trans­fixed by the beau­ti­ful faux sap­phires in the neck­lace my mother wore on spe­cial nights out, her lips a deep plum, her wrists daubed with Chanel No. 5; my high-school “Be Fri” neck­laces re­placed by univer­sity-era hemp neck­laces (#du­u­u­ude); my first strand of pearls. For that birth­day, I woke up with a Tif­fany bag on the pil­low next to me and break­fast in bed on the way. Lately, rings have be­come es­pe­cially pre­cious to me. Be­sides my wed­ding band, I al­ways wear a ruby-andgold ring from my ma­ter­nal grand­mother, who passed away when I was in Grade 5 and whom I re­mem­ber for her fond­ness for sugar cubes, gem­stones and fierce hugs. Whether your jew­ellery is real or cos­tume, you buy it for your­self or re­ceive it as a gift, wear it close and trea­sure it for­ever. LAURA deCARUFEL

RING­MAS­TER Three no­tice-me knuckle-dusters, three price points. From top: “Soleste” tsa­vorite and plat­inum ring, Tif­fany & Co. (price upon re­quest, tif­fany.ca); 18-karat-yel­low-gold ring with madeira cit­rine and di­a­monds, David Yur­man ($9,450, davidyur­man

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