It’s all too easy to get carried away with Christmas themes at this time of year, so instead of seeking out some distinctly holiday glam jewelry for December, I stuck to birthstones instead.
The first blue topaz design that really caught my eye was this gorgeous Cubic Zirconia butterfly pendant. It’s about as far from Christmasy as one could get, so I started building some fun December outfits around it.
For those lucky enough to live in climates without heaps of snow and rain in winter, I started with an irresistibly fun Peter Pilotto dress. The splash of orange goes so well with the blue CZ. It’s a fun challenge to combine black and orange together and completely wash away any trace of Halloween. The shapes and textures of this dress have already done most of the work for me.
To complete the look, I added Swarovski studded leggings, some furry black boots and a sapphire blue handbag. I thought adding a vibrant orange Tarina Tarantino butterfly barrette toed the line of taste just enough to be sensational.
I created the second outfit with the northern hemisphere in mind. It started with a gorgeous wool turtleneck in pumpkin orange, which has a fantastic cowl neckline for showing off a statement necklace. Dark gray printed jeans and blue Dr. Martins dress it down. To bring it back up again and balance out the butterfly pendant, I added a black and gold bangle watch, and a black knit beret.
And, of course, you can get these looks, or something like them, on ArtFire.
Okay, bring on the eggnog!
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performed April 2008 for "Idol Gives Back", originally by George Michael Lyrics: These are the days of the open hand They will not be the last Look around now These are the days of the beggars and the choosers This is the year of the hungry man Whose place is in the past Hand in hand with ignorance And legitimate excuses The rich declare themselves poor And most of us are not sure If we have too much But we'll take our chances 'cause God's stopped keeping score I guess somewhere along the way He must have let us all out to play Turned his back and all God's children Crept out the back door And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate Hanging on to hope When there is no hope to speak of And the wounded skies above Say it's much too late Well maybe we should all be praying for time This is the year of the empty hand Oh you hold on to what you can And charity is a coat you wear twice a year These are the days of the guilty man Your television takes a stand And you find that what was over there is over here So you scream from behind your door Say what's mine is mine and not yours I may have too much but I'll take my chances 'cause God's stopped keeping score And you cling to the things they sold you Did you cover your eyes when they told you That he can't come back 'cause he has no children to come back for It's hard to love when there's so much to hate Hanging on to hope When there is no hope to speak of And the wounded skies above Say it's much, much too late So maybe we should all be praying for time _____
George MichaelPraying for time These are the days of the open hand They will not be the last Look around now These are the days of the beggars and the choosers This is the year of the hungry man Whose place is in the past Hand in hand with ignorance And legitimate excuses The rich declare themselves poor And most of us are not sure If we have too much But we'll take our chances Because god's stopped keeping score I guess somewhere along the way He must have let us alt out to play Turned his back and all god's children Crept out the back door And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate Hanging on to hope When there is no hope to speak of And the wounded skies above say it's much too late Well maybe we should all be praying for time These are the days of the empty hand Oh you hold on to what you can And charity is a coat you wear twice a year This is the year of the guilty man Your television takes a stand And you find that what was over there is over here So you scream from behind your door Say "what's mine is mine and not yours" I may have too much but i'll take my chances Because god's stopped keeping score And you cling to the things they sold you Did you cover your eyes when they told you That he can't come back Beacuse he has no children to come back for It's hard to love there's so much to hate Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of And the wounded skies above say it's much too late So maybe we should all be praying for time
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