I bought a one-size-fits-all dress once. It was humiliating, to say the least. Like many Americans, I am a big girl, but not so big that I have a hard time fitting into an airplane seat or anything. This dress had been made in India, (which should have tipped me off on the size!) carefully detailed and beaded, and then washed with a green dye and sandblasted. It was very beautiful, and I’m a sucker for green, and the booth at the art fair was closing in a matter of seconds. I whipped out my money, paid, and scooted, assuming that it would fit.

It didn’t.

Not wanting to accept defeat, I struggled in vain to fit the thing around my hips, but succeeded only in a renewed diet resolution (hasn’t ...

For those of you who are a little more than curious, I have posted a safe early beta of the site now online. The features set is small currently, but won’t change. I am adding purchasing, etc as we go here. You can currently browse some of our inventory and make a wishlist. Enjoy!

Wexford Jewelers

Update: Well it’s been a rough start, and there are a few navigation bugs still. But all in all I think this launch is going pretty well. I’ve added permalinks and digg / reddit / stumbleupon / del.icio.us buttons to help some of you navigate directly to an item better. I will be putting another post up soon announcing w ...

What does staying up until 4 am accomplish?

• Extreme tiredness
• Pity from your wife
• and; A nearly completed Jewelry website!

Yep, we’re almost there! I’m hoping to post a browse only version today so everyone can start looking through our inventory. This is a bare bones system at this point, but it’s getting there. I’m going to be integrating the blog post into it today or tomorrow, turning on the shopping cart tomorrow or tuesday, and working on the comment/rating system this week. Hopefull ...

The year is 1,200 BC. A man sweats in front of a furnace, a huge pair of bellows resting in his scarred hands. Beside him is a scorched earthen bowl packed hard with sand. He has spent hours shaping a plug of beeswax into an intricate crescent moon shape for a wealthy woman. Afterwards he tamped clean sand around the wax, delicately at first, then harder and harder as the shape became covered.

He places the bowl into the fire, resting it against an earthen wedge so that it is tilted sideways. The heat burns his face and brings tears to his eyes, but he is used to it now. The fire wanes and the man works the bellows again, forcing oxygen into the blaze with swift and powerful strokes. The small plug of beeswax, visib ...