I never wore a lot of jewelry. It just wasn't me. I did wear some. A bracelet or two, a ring, and a necklace.
When I started karate, I used to take my jewelry off before class and put it back on afterwards. Soon it began to be too much trouble going through all this. After a time, I just stopped wearing it altogether.
Recently, since it looks like my karate days are over for a while--the dojo being closed and all-- I decided to look for some of my old rings and start wearing them again. I had this one little gold ring that I really liked. I looked through my two main jewelry boxes, but didn't find it. However, in my search for the elusive gold band, I did find this.
Then I remembered that I had a more authentic looking One Ring, complete with a certificate certifying that is is an authentic replica of the One Ring used in the movies. So I started looking everywhere for that One Ring.
I didn't find it, but I did manage to stab my finger on an old fishhook that had somehow found its way into one of my jewelry boxes.
Sigh, and I wonder why I can't seem to find a husband.