marcasite and me

over six months without a post! sadly, when you have a dissertation followed by a full time job and a festival to organise there's little time for musing on pretty things. but now i've graduated, and ended my temporary job, i have plenty of time and even more to talk about!

i have an enormous mug of hot tea in front of me and a story to tell about my love of marcasite. once upon a time, dawdling about in a local antiques fair, i caught a tiny flash of something glinting beneath a pile of costume jewellery. on closer inspection it turned out to be a lovely little squirrel, bedecked from his neck down to a gorgeous curled tail in shining, sparkling marcasite. i couldn't resist him, and have been collecting bits of jewellery in the stone ever since!

this lovely swallow was a gift from my mum, and sits happily on the lapel of my green coat throughout the winter. perhaps it's the glimmer it adds to an otherwise dull outfit, but it always cheers me up when i glance down and see him there.

i had lusted after this perfect fleur de lis for months before i finally caved in a bought it. i think everything about it is wonderful - from the carefully chosen stones, graded so perfectly, to the delicate silver piping around the edges. to make it even more covetable (to me at least!), it dates back to the mid 1800s, and would have been worn for dress by french militia. it's possibly the favourite of all my jewellery, for its understated glamour and the simple but beautiful design.

but the best thing about this stone is the price. though undergoing something of a renaissance in the antiques world thanks to high street imitations having a moment, there are most definitely bargains to be had at fairs - the most expensive of the above, the fleur de lis, was £22. for a piece that will last another hundred years at least, the cost-per-wear is unbeatable, not to mention the shine!