Wednesday, 13 October 2010
I don't wear much jewellery - when I do wear it I tend to fiddle with it endlessly, and I'm so afraid of losing (or baking) my engagement and wedding rings I don't wear them at all. Expensive jewellery and me don't mix.
Lately I've been thinking about what defines jewellery - and thinking about the perception of value that is assigned to an item once you wear it as a necklace. So this week I've been doing something different - it's an idea I've had in my head for a while but I needed a week when I was at home to actually do it. The plan is just to wear household items as jewellery and see what, if anything, other people make of it.
Day one is a childs toy, or specifically a tank. I was a bit worried about whether people would take this as a statement on war generally but no-one said anything about it - not a peep. Maybe they thought I was so pro-war they didn't dare comment in case it was a live tank. Maybe they just didn't see it. Maybe they wondered about it but didn't say anything...