I worked in retail for much longer than I should have. Inevitably, during that time I spent ridiculous amounts of time and money on ornament and adornment. I wasn't picky - I wanted everything, and I bought things I barely cared for because the discount was good. My closet is much slimmer now. One day, I took every piece of clothing I owned to a consignment shop and sold it all; I started my wardrobe over from scratch. I'm pretty picky these days; I believe in buying less but buying selectively. I scour sale sections for high quality goods, and I lean towards timeless staples and minimalist basics. I have two pairs of jeans, 3 or 4 jackets, a few dress shirts and a ton of comfy tees - all in black. During my reboot, I got rid of all of the accessories, too - except for this bronze sabertooth ring. Unlike everything else I owned, this piece never felt temporary or disposable. To the contrary; from the moment I saw it I knew it was meant for me. It's rarely left my hand since the day it arrived. It may be merely an object, a material possession... but I call this ring the source of my power, and I'm only half joking. It's definitely possible to go from owning something to OWNING it - like the way a tattoo becomes a part of your identity. This ring doesn't leave me. Over the years we've crossed mountains and oceans. It's felt the soil of the earth and tasted the salt of the sea. We have shared experiences and we both show our wear, small scars that remind us of adventures past. This ring is a part of me. Good luck prying it from my cold, dead fingers.