Two Sides of the Family--One Building

I knewed what you meant, but I don't think you meant "whey"!

Heh heh heh snort.

Don't be nasty snorty with me, Ms. bunny. I'll be lying in wait for your next mistake. I'll pounce.

If you don't make a mistake, I'll say you did anyway. We can get a whole argument started over a comma or a typo. Sounds like fun.

Oh, you may have at my grammar and punctuation, for from these mirth may surely flow.

Moith, shmoith. I'll be having at 'em. You can count on it.

Oooh grammar fight! I can't wait!!

I'd rather talk about bling. I made the mistake of making a correction. The bunny leaves no stone unturned.

A very Atalanta come amongst us!

Another terrific post, Roberta.
Please tell us more! (as much as I'm being entertained by the grammar fight which I'm rudely interrupting ... )


I know exactly what you mean about the uplifting power of jewelry, though mine is hardly in the expensive bling! category ... I'm more of a silver goil & also a collector of weird & wonderful pre-loved watches (which I think I have around 40 of now) ... there have been times when I've seriously considered returning home, having set off for work, after having discovered that I somehow forgot to put on some earrings/rings. Sorta feel half-dressed without them.
It's a definite sign that I'm down in the dumps when I haven't even considered which of my humongous number of earrings, rings & watches I'll wear before heading off for the day.
I hear you!

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I'm late, I'm late!!

Heard of the number of rings test for borderline personality disorder, but never of the bliass scale for depression.


I put a comma in all wrong like just for Boida!

I'm not sure what you mean, Deb.
OMG, do I have a " borderline personality disorder"?

But tell us more.

Me, I just really enjoy wearing the jewelry I own.
Not wearing all my rings at once. Impossible!

All I was saying was that when I take the jewelry I wear into consideration, I am generally in a better frame of mind than when I don't even consider it.

I could say the same of any number of other things that apply to when I'm feeling terrific, on top of life's challenges, compared to when I'm not.

I am an earring woman, and am distressed that I don't do that much anymore. I am dealing with three sets of glasses as I move in and out of buildings. Dangly earrings, my favorites, are in the way.

Still, I retain the bling instinct.

Aw, I'm sorry that this is the case, osso.

The rough reckoner for BPD is rings on every finger.

I was way more interested in the BLING scale for depression.....not bliass...bloody spell thingy.

Oh good!
And phew!
One ring on the right hand & one on the left is OK then?

Sounds fine to me.

Ah, bling fans. And thanks for the misplaced comma, deb. You are a pal.

I wear one ring at a time. Right hand. I don't have dozens to choose from, but the ones I have are fine avec moi. My two favorites are a blue topaz (topaz is my birth stone; I have a yellow one too) and a diamond cocktail ring that used to be a pinky ring.

I used to be a major earring person, osso. But the holes closed up and later got screwed up after my brain surgery. I don't have many clip ons. I'm working on the holes. I have some wonderful fine earrings and a bunch of costume jewelry earrings. My favorites are a pair of earrings made up of a black round disk. The decoration on the disk is made up of the inner workings of small watches. Love dem earrings.

I have some bracelets. I sold the blue topaz tennis bracelet that went with the blue topaz ring. C'est la vie.

Necklaces. Beyond my belief sometimes. Gold, silver, poils, more gold, crystal, amber, mosaic (from Italy), coral, garnet, and on and on and on.

Pins. Beyond the belief of the necklaces. I rarely wear pins. My attire of late doesn't really go with pins. I have a cheetah pin, a leopard pin, a parrot pin, two horse pins, and four pussycat pins. And many many other pins.

What is the connection between my mental state and bling? I gotta feel good to wear it, and wearing it makes me feel not so much good as complete.

And why is it important to us? Why do we care about it. Is it part of being human? Humans have been decorating themselves for millennia. Find something shiny and pretty. Hang it around your neck.

I got carried away with the bling descriptions.

Still thinking about bling, though. I'm remembering my mother walking around the house in a house dress or her underwear. She was wearing her earrings. I pointed this out to her. She couldn't be without her earrings.

I'm also remembering our little bird Billie sitting on my mother's shoulder playing with her dangly earrings. Smiling.

Why do we blingophiles feel the need to be blingified?