If there is any piece of jewelry that captures the many different aspects of your personality, it's charms. No exception for my minimalist charm necklace; I bought it off of one of those street vendors in Soho 3 years ago under the encouragement of my bestie, Rachel. Originally it had just the skull and a Swiss Army knife-like baby-shank that was actually sharp enough to cut things... very small things. Over the years I added and subtracted from it based off of what I felt suited me at the time: the peace sign represents the music-festival-going hippie in me (post Bonnaroo). The long tablet is my grandmother's name in hieroglyphics -- she got it in Egypt (duh), and got to experience the world through travel, a life I desperately envy. The hamsa snapped off another bracelet I had and fit all too perfectly on my necklace. It also brings me protection, happiness and good fortune, so that's a plus. And the Skull... well, you will soon learn about my obsession with them. And it's not because I love death.
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