Accoutrements and doodads
Being a human being with natural human likes, I enjoy pretty things. It is a human impulse to like things that glitter. Roman generals wore golden armor. Tutankhamens’s jewel boxes bulged. D’artagnan flaunted his diamonds and Pepys his gold edged cloak. Repressing the natural sparkle-encrusted tendencies in order to conform to some neurotic notion of propriety is wrong.
This is what I tell myself so that I don’t feel horribly shallow and vain when I lust after pretty things. These are a few of my favorite pins, brooches, hair clips, etc. Some of them are vintage, long term longs from my sister, some are gifts from my husband, one I got at the Ohio Ren Fair (yep, card carrying member of the dork club).