Gold pt.3: The Illusion of Value

The value in gold is that we value it. Alone it is not particularly useful, but we are societal animals with the need for a bartering system and historically gold was the obvious choice for coins, perpetuating our ideas of its worth. It is, seen through the tired eyes of an expensive psychological hangover, a very beautiful metal.

In my opinion, the best thing about gold is that finding it is like finding treasure. And wearing it is like being a pirate or an emperor, depending on how one feels that day.

Pure gold is soft and for strength it is alloyed with other metals, most commonly silver, copper, zinc and palladium or nickel. The different balances of metals produce different colours of gold (yellow, white, rose) and different caratage.

I could draw up some lists and tables of percentages and hallmarks and prices, but that would be dull and the most important things about gold is that it is shiny. Below are some beautiful pieces ranging from 9ct up to 22ct, many of which are available to purchase in my SHOP

see also:-
Part 1: Shiny Stuff
Part 2: Rolling Things

 

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In Search of The Worms, pt 2

You have probably spent the whole of the last fortnight checking daily to see if I might have written the second part, and solution, of the stone-eating-worm mystery… In case you are seriously out of touch with current affairs and missed it, you can read part 1 HERE.

As I have said, all of the stones on the beach had been eaten by something. There were worm-holes of varying sizes in everything, even in us by the end of the day. We had walked five miles up the coast to some red cliffs with big holes where we thought the worms might be living, but had found nothing, only a rather nice view of Bass Rock.

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We sat down in the sand for a while to contemplate things. I had taken a lot of photos as I thought it might be useful to gather evidence to confront the worms with in case they denied eating the stones. I had also collected a lot of small rocks for the same purpose, and this meant that the long walk back was heavy and tiresome.

We arrived home without answers and had a cup of tea with my brother. We told him of our troubles and explained to him our confusion and he did a little bit of thinking too…

… it was Piddocks.

A Piddock is a small and shy little mollusc. He is very fragile and frightened of the open water and has evolved himself into a great protection from this. He has a strong foot which suctions onto rock and his shell has two sides which have rows of little teeth to the bottom. This he uses as an efficient drill to bore a hole down inside the stone and there he lives, peeping out and eating the small foods which pass by his entrance.

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What a funny little creature. Had we seen one – and we actually did see a few, still rattling around the holes in the stones – we never would have suspected him of causing such extensive damage to a whole environment.

Now I know what you are thinking: “I don’t read Lil’s blog for interesting stories about beach adventures and molluscs; I read Lil’s blog because I want to buy jewellery from her shop“. Well coincidentally, here is a rather nice and rounded genuine Piddock hole pendant – available for purchase HERE.

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A Hundred Sundial Shadows Fading into Night

Today it is autumn. I was not expecting that. I was expecting to have a coffee outside and a long walk and maybe even be a little too warm in my coat. But it was cold and it was drizzling and grey, and there were men looking angrily at the sky and there were other folk huddled in bus shelters.

But once you have prepared yourself, I actually think that this is the best time of the year. The finest aspect being the leaves. Here are some rather nice jewellery versions, most of which are available for purchase in my SHOP.

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In Search of The Worms, pt 1

A friend of my father’s had marked a small X on the corner of our road map where, he said, we would come across a beach where all the stones had holes in them. My father said we must find him a good stone with perfect holes in it, one better than all of those his friend had collected over the course of many visits. One in which he could store pens.

Because John and I both like the seaside and because we are the sort of people who didn’t really have any other plans, we set off. It took us two journeys and a total of more than three hours lost in farmland arguing over directions and trying to guess which way the sea was but eventually, on both occasions, we reached the coast.

It was a strange landscape with shrubs and dunes and sand and huge flat stony planes which looked as though they should be submerged. There were large boulders dotted around and rock-pools with small bits of other life. Also, there were a great many stones with holes in them.

It was a good mystery. We talked a lot about what sort of worms might be eating the stones, about how big or small they might be, and whether these worms were ancient creatures – long dead, or contemporary modern day beings. We walked five miles until we reached some red cliffs with bigger holes where we thought the worms might live. We walked a long way until we became so tired that we believed that the worms were invisible and then we started to see holes in ourselves. But perhaps we had not brought sufficient food for such an exciting excursion.

These are the things which we noted: the stones definitely had holes in them. The holes were of varying sizes, and in most cases the size of hole was relative to the size of stone. It wasn’t just one type of rock which was being eaten but a variety of types. The holes were deep, almost tunnelling right through, too deep to be caused by the small pebbles which sometimes get in the way of large and important rock formation. We also found stones with almost-holes, with circular marks where we were certain that a hole would soon appear. All of this was very interesting…

You are probably wondering now, what sort of jewellery one would wear when on a coastal pursuit of giant rock-eating worms. Well, here you go… It was mostly green and I also wore a turban.

In part 2 of this post I will disclose all answers: what had been eating the stones and how big it was and whether we found one or not. But for now, why not browse my SHOP for similar jewellery should you yourself go on this sort of a hunt.

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Small Food to a Universe

When the world appears too big, it is good to have some small and intricate things for comparison and to scale oneself up. I think that this may well be what jewellery is for. Here are a few in silver and mother of pearl and opal.

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