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Bling: Stella & Dot Engravables


Full disclosure: I am a Stella & Dot Independent Stylist. So, a lot of the Bling I feature will very likely be Stella & Dot - since it's most of what I wear on a regular basis.  With that being said, should you choose to place an order for anything I feature (or anything otherwise,) I do earn money from that sale. That is not why I feature or talk about these pieces though - I will share and talk about whichever bling I write about because I genuinely like it. :) 

All that being said, the Engravables are some of my favorite pieces - and this new thin bar, which comes in gold and silver, is so delicate and lovely. I wanted one the minute they were released, but didn't know what I wanted it to say - so I missed out on getting it at my stylist sample price - and instead just used my regular discount. 

It's been a very difficult three years for me, and my family, and I've really tried to cling to a number of pieces of literature, and music, as sort of mantras to help get me through the tough times. One of my favorites is a quote from Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar. It's a quote that reminds me to stop, take a deep breath and just listen. As hard as life can be, and as overwhelming as my feelings are, as long as my heart is beating, I am. I am. I am.

This message has been especially important as I am working through the grief of losing my mother just two weeks ago.  I am a mess, and my heart is broken, and I truly feel at such a loss most of the time that I don't even know what to do with myself. My mother's death has created a gaping hole in my heart, and I don't know how to heal it just yet.  So, when I realized I knew what phrase I wanted, I ordered the necklace right away, and even had it in time to wear to my mom's wake, and funeral. 

It sounds silly to say, but that small reminder that I am still here, that my heart still beats, even though it broken, and I feel so awful, has been comforting. I'm not saying jewelery is some kind of magical healing token, but sometimes, having even the smallest reminder of something positive, is a salve. 

If you'd like to order your own engravable bar with the phrase, initials, location, names, etc. engraved upon it, you can absolutely shop them here: http://www.stelladot.com/shop/en_us/jewelry/charms-engraving/shop-all

They are available in various sizes, shapes, and as necklaces, or bracelets, and there's even a signet ring. Each is beautiful. I also have a small circular charm that says CK <3 TD as well as a rose gold circular necklace that has my monogram. They make for nice layering pieces, or can be easily worn alone. 

What would you engrave on yours?


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