Lizard on a Rock

Feeling less than inspired lately in the wardrobe department, in part due to the constant deluge of sweat cascading down my back, and in second part due to a sort of general lethargy and apathy, I have recently sought innovation in some of my necklaces. Namely, this has entailed my pairing already strong, bold, bodacious pieces with a bejeweled broach, in an exercise of utter hyperbole. For a rather lazy, alcohol-infused casual Friday last week, my entire company commemorating and commiserating the loss of our favorite Jamaican colleague, I paired this striped stone pendant, a street treasure from Rome, with a mysterious rhinestone, fiery-eyed lizard, cold and cruel and stagnant, probably a remnant of my sister's teenage jewelry box. Essentially, the layering of these elements created a picturesque scene of a lone lizard bathing in the sun heat on a smooth rock. My silk blouse featured a pattern of blues and gray, with some streaks of orange, matching the eyes, that resembled the crystalline intricacy of tree branches one connotes with certain Japanese woodblock prints.