Opals to Die For
"it's boulder opal, right?," I asked.
"You know your gemstones."
Ah, nothing like meaningful validation. All those hours on Wikipedia researching iridescence, luminescence, opalescence, pearlescence (and even aventurescence and labradorescence) paid off. I impressed the jewelry lady at Saks.
I group moonstones with opals because of the magical, unusual glow they share.
These particular opals realized their moniker in earnest, because they are in fact boulder-sized, considering their quality. Moonstones and opals (both of which I am currently *obsessed* with) vary wildly in price depending on their attributes, condition, character and constitution. You can buy a gigantic 35-carat moonstone ring for $60, or fabulous moonstone earrings for tens of thousands, because the stone quality is superlative.
I group moonstones with opals because of the glow: the magical, superb, rainbow-y, (almost child-like somehow?) superior, unusual glow that they share.
The stones in these earrings were bold, luminous and instantly emotionally magnetic. They were teal, cerulean, seafoam and laquered pearl all at once. I wanted to rub them, to touch them, to put them close to my heart. Or steal them.
Below: observe, ogle, adore.
I was spending some precious time with my mom at Saks when we encountered these earrings and stopped dead in our tracks. They were way over any budget I could have envisioned; one could buy a car or a boat for this kind of money. I tried them on nonetheless.
$26,000 just dangling from my little Dumbos. My eyes closed in the sort of ecstasy only gemstone-lovers understand.
Below: observe, ogle, adore. And if you want to buy them, call Melinda Corcoran, the fine jewelry salesperson at Saks on Greenwich Avenue who was kind enough to let me fondle and photograph them.
Pictured: Dena Kemp Boulder Opal & Tanzanite Earrings
Photos: Mom in Mascara
Xx, Mom in Mascara