I have some complaints about the place though. Of course I do – I have a kvetch about nearly everything, now don't I.
Today's grievance is their reductive marketing and fetishizing of the indiginous people of North America. Fer instance:
The Native American name for "peace" captures the essence of our exclusive double-strand bracelet. Handmade in USA with a mix of lapis, labradorite, Peruvian opal and turquoise.
|Lorena Peina - Zuni|
To me it does. I can’t separate the history, wonder and magic from these styles of jewelry. If I’m going to wear a squash blossom necklace – they’re big and bound to be a conversation starter – I want to be able to tell about the artist, possibly Taos Pueblo silversmith, Lawrence Archuleta fer instance, and then mebbe talk about the cool powwow I attended there.
Jewelry isn’t just ornament or art, it’s a story. I wear 6 rings, each picked up in my travels – there’s a good yarn behind them all. I used to wear beaded earrings, made by a woman who's Wampanoag – I’d see her at the powwows where I volunteered. They were long, gorgeous and always brought the wonderful dancers to mind. Aunt Mary Ann gave me a brilliant string of amethyst beads that she’d picked up back in her 20s. I love to imagine her, looking so classically swank, sipping Grasshoppers at, mebbe, The White Horse Tavern with her publishing house buddies. A friend gave me a necklace (pic at top of post) made by his wife who's Mayan. And, of course, there’s my grandmother’s ring from her early 20th century Alaskan adventure.
Just as every picture tells a story (don’t it) so does every piece of jewelry.