I’m sure someone will reblog this and be negative about it but I don’t really care. My mother is a strong woman and I am proud to take after her. She raised me to be very independent and it’s one of the reasons I was able to say farewell to my home and move to London alone. I have always known that if I was ever trapped in a tower I wouldn’t need a prince to rescue me, I can save myself.
That said I hope that one day I will find a man who will say something like what is inscribed on this ring. Who knows maybe I will find him and maybe I won’t. I’m only 23, I have time.
England, 18th century AD
British Museum
‘Many are the stars I see but in my eye no star like thee’
The term ‘posy’, based on the French ‘poésy’, describes the amatory verse or rhyming motto with which the rings are engraved. Here the inscription reads: ‘Many are thee starrs I see yet in my eye no starr like thee’.
The practice of giving gold hoop rings engraved with mottoes at betrothals or weddings was common in England from the sixteenth century onwards, and continued until the late eighteenth century. ‘Posy’ rings could, however, be given on many other occasions as tokens of friendship or loyalty, and ‘posies’ are also found on religious and memorial rings. The inscription is generally found on the interior of the ring, hidden to everyone except the wearer. Most of the sentimental mottoes were taken from popular literature of the time, such as ‘chapbooks’ (pamphlets), or from collections on the language of courtship. A few customers would supply their own composition for the goldsmith to engrave.
The outside of the hoop was often decorated to enhance the message or to form part of the message itself. Coloured enamels could be used, or chased motifs, like the sixteen stars on this example. The inscriptions were usually enamelled in black, which makes them easier to read, although very few survive with all their enamel. The language and the style of the inscription helps us to date them.
S. Bury, An introduction to sentimental (London, Victoria and Albert Museum, 1985)
C. Oman, British rings 800-1914 (London, Batsford, 1974)
O.M. Dalton, Catalogue of the finger rings, (London, British Museum, 1912)
J. Evans, English posies and posy rings (Oxford University Press, 1931)
Winged feminine figure. Bronze by sculptor Adolfo Apolloni 1904. Burial monument of the Calcagno family at the Staglieno Cemetery, Genoa - Italy.
12:12 on 12/12/12
If my blog could collect dust bunnies I would have an impressive collection by now. I apologize for not posting a proper theme in what seems like forever. I usually don’t whinge on my blog but I am so upset and I feel like I owe everyone an explanation.
I am still flat hunting and the whole process has me in tears daily, I am so desolate I don’t even know what to do with myself. In less than three weeks I am returning to London and I have no place to even come home too. I have a huge fashion lecture in Southampton to finish preparing for, the Jane Austen ball in Bath, and a dissertation to start writing.
Words of wisdom anyone?
I wish, I wish, I wish
We all carry things inside that no on else can see.
They hold us down like anchors, they drown us out at sea.
I just wanted to take a quick minute and say thank you to everyone! Thank you for following me, for every message you send me, for every question you ask, every heart, every comment, and reply.
When I started this blog over a year ago I never thought I would be able to share my love with so many beautiful people. I am in tears at least once a week over the beautiful words of wisdom and encouragement you send me. I started this as an online scrapbook to keep everything that inspires me in one place and it’s become so much more than just a blog. It has become a sanctuary where I can speak freely, where I can love freely, and I can meet like minded individuals who help make this world so wonderful.
I hope that I can continue to do my best and grow alongside you.
Every night before I sleep I close my eyes and say a prayer for my family. It’s only fitting that as a lacemaker I spare a small selfish prayer and utter the age old creed of my craft, “Lord, let me grow old like beautiful lace, cherished and treasured and cared for with grace.”
This has nothing to do with costuming but it’s pretty important.