Jewelry is something eternal in a wardrobe. It doesn’t get ripped or torn, rarely does it get worn out. If it gets too big or too small, it is easily adjusted at a jewelry store. Among handbags and shoes, jewelry is something to splurge on during one’s life. If you think about it, you get the most for what you spend.
Rings have always been one of my fascinations; I’ve always have had the best of luck with them. I have tiny wrists so watches and bracelets always need to be resized, and let’s be honest, how often do I get around to taking them to a jewelers to get fix? Rarely to never. But rings are ideal for me because I have small, skinny fingers and usually the tiny sizes are what is left at stores.
Recently, I got an internship at a local art gallery in Pleasanton, California. During my orientation, I noticed this display on the counter of rings. Instantly, I was drawn to them. Yet these rings were nothing like I had ever seen before.
The Diary of an Art Gallery Intern 