1880 SILVER DOLLAR

One of the bestselling books of all time, the literary classic, "She", was penned by H Rider Haggard in 1887 and remains, to this day, an impressive epitome of well-written imaginative literature. The title is short for "She Who Must Be Obeyed", a translation of the Arabic honorific used for Ayesha by the Amahagger, a tribe whom she has enslaved. With the main character supposedly inspired by the Balobedu Rain Queen Masalanabo Modjadji.

Mysterious, gorgeous, scary, elusive, passionate, powerful, fearful and desirable, Ayesha is the prototypical all-powerful female figure.

This wristwrapper, She Who Must Be Obeyed, is a lush adaptation of the novel's theme of power + life, death + reincarnation, of sexuality, and of fate.

Very RARE, very HIGH GRADE Russian Purple Charoite Briolettes abound in this design - an entire strand, truth be told - the colour *purple* was the only way to go to accurately interpret the themes of strength, intrigue, sensuality, ruthlessness and lust.

The centrestone here is a large, impressive nugget of Mystic Blue Grey Quartz weighing a hefty 27 Carats. Yes, this is my shard of Amenartas :) and it's been simply but prettily accented with contrasting trims of Rhodolite Garnet and Brazilian Blue Apatite.

Remember those super RARE, highly coveted Russian Purple Charoite Briolettes? These drape sensuously around the wrist, cavorting quite shamelessly with Mystic Black Topaz Disco Balls and Briolettes of Polished Kyanite, Moss Aquamarine, RARE Grape Chalcedony and Colombian Emeralds.

She Who Must Be Obeyed would be incomplete without the presence of Labradorite. Here, that powerful gemstone makes its appearance in the form of Mystic Briolettes, Polished Rounds as well as Onion Briolettes with super schiller.

Subtle colour surfaces in Ruby Rounds, and Ovals of Sapphire and Blue Apatite.

The dynamic duo of Lobster Claw Clasp and extension chain effortlessly enables this piece to be adjusted from 7" to 9.25". Owing to her decadent clusters, she best fits wrists sized from 5.5" to 7.25".

A wee note about the polishing - I intentionally buffed specific bits only and allowed others to remain darkly sexy in order to illustrate, yes you got it, the play of dark versus light.

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Designs, Literature & Imagery ©2007-2009 Eclettica The Atelier

Yesterday, November 29, marked the second year since my grandfather passed away. He sat down in his favorite chair to take a nap, fell asleep and never woke up again. When I die, that's how I want to go.

I love this picture of him reading to me. Some of my best childhood memories are of my Gram and Pap. I loved going to their house every Sunday afternoon. My uncles and aunts and cousins would all come, and we'd break out the Mancini's bread and Silver Star meats and eat sandwiches until we'd be ready to burst. My Gram would fry bologna ("jumbo" as we called it) with ketchup ... mmm. After we all ate, we kids would get Klondike bars. Sometimes, if Grandma had ice cream, we'd make floats and sit outside on the glider and eat them while we glided back and forth. My favorite was vanilla ice cream with Orange Crush. It tasted just like a Dreamsicle.

When we grandkids all grew up and made our own families, we didn't stop every Sunday like we used to. It was more hit-or-miss. But if I told Grandma we were coming to the house on Sunday, Pap-Pap would go to Mancini's and buy bread and rolls and stop at the grocery store to pick up lunch meat.

On the Sunday before he died, Melissa suggested to me that we go visit them. It had been a few weeks since we'd gone there, so I made up a pot of Polish Spaghetti and we stopped over to visit. We ate sandwiches, so I left the spaghetti. As we were getting ready to go, my Pap said he'd like a plate of spaghetti, so I took off my coat and heated some up for him.

On Monday, Gram called me to tell me that Pap-Pap loved the spaghetti and he said it was great. I figured I'd take another pot up the following Sunday.

But when I got home from work on Tuesday, I found out that he'd died.

I was so happy that I got to have one more lunch & one more "I love you" with my Pap.