Ice bubble on pine needles


By Patty Smith

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Under the Webster’s definition of “adornment” I read: precious stones have been used for the purpose of adornment for over 7,000 years. So obviously, I did not invent any thing new, it’s just that this belated action at the age of forty-something came upon me as an overwhelming desire to pierce my belly button.

Up until this point jewelry had seemed like a prescribed tradition of milestones. Pierce ears at 16 years old. Wedding ring at 22 years old. Along the way, the usual collection of necklaces, earrings, rings, and such via gifts and/or impulse purchases.

My pierced ears where a sort of DIY project. Diane, a friend of my mom’s at the time, was the self professed technician. Done at home in the kitchen by the following recipe:

  • 2 ice cubes per earlobe
  • 1 yarn needle
  • 1 piece of nondescript yarn
  • 1 ink pen
  • 1/2 potato
  • 1 pair stud type drug store earrings (of very dubious quality)
  • 2 cotton balls doused in rubbing alcohol
  • 1 willing subject (me!)

CRUNCH, poke! CRUNCH, poke!…and Violá! High school peer pressure relieved. To this day I’m not entirely sure why I did it. Glad I had. Come to find out, earrings are SO damn fun!

The wedding ring is fraught with multiple messages & meanings too numerous for this blog. So, I’m going to skip over that subject.

What this is all leading up to is the moment when a totally unexpected choice of adornment decidedly held deep personal meaning for me and me alone.

Belly button ringMy daughters’ arrival upon the shores of womanhood. Daughter #1 enrolled in her freshman year of college. Daughter #2 passing her drivers license test. Daughter #3 turning 13 years old, and on the verge of becoming a woman herself.  Has your womb ever spoken to you? Mine did saying, “The baby days have unquestionably ended and our body is our own again.”  Wow, from mom to vital woman in my own right! Yes, it was my right of passage, finally one of my own making from the deep subconscious origin of me. I felt as if I finally owned myself, my body, my sexuality and my fate. The womb was closed and I was no less of anything that I had become known to be. The rebirth of myself as a conscious dreamer created these expansive and astonishing feelings, at a point I never imagined existed. My daughters’ arrival upon the shores of womanhood had created an ending that borne another beginning.

For each of us, adornment is our own story of self expression. Create your own. Share your story or hold it dear to your own heart. I wanted to share mine here, with you. Thanks.

Patty Smith
Artist/Social Mediaist/Grammy/Blogger

p.s. – BTW….18k gold in my belly feels super elegant! Not like the cheesy mystery-metal bb.rings you find at the mall or online 6 for $19.99

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

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