E D I T O R ’ S POV

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