“a sense is what has the power of receiving into itself the sensible forms of things without the matter, in the way in which a piece of wax takes on the impress of a signet-ring without the iron or gold.” // aristotle
i used to think that i was cleopatra reincarnate.
okay, perhaps not cleopatra exactly, but someone who scrubbed her sheets-slash-toga-frocks and helped put together those pesky pyramids – someone in the periphery of her reign; not anyone who had status, power, or anything really, but a keen sense of sarcasm and a fantastic head of hair. (yes – my timing/history is off, but i’m trying to do something here.)
i was definitely not one who would have any influence, a crest or seal of any sort; but a girl could have her ancient dreams though, couldn’t she?
this could be why i’m so lured by the signet – when i wore more than a wedding band, and slight midi rings, my collection was full of signets. perhaps now i think i carry some little bit of clout? i am the queen of my domaine, after all – i deserve a little token to signify my folding-laundry-whilst-watching-downton-abbey prowess, don’t i?
➝ source : ring pendant necklace via j.crew
➝ source : moon phase signet ring via mania mania
➝ source : signet bracelet via maison margiela