A blog about... necklaces?

A random topic maybe, but I've been feeling sentimental today, and I've decided to blog about my necklaces.

Yep, necklaces.

Several years ago, when I was still a some-what closet nerd (before I learnt the true wonders of geeking and convention going) I used to express my love of something, mainly Harry Potter, through a necklace.

Necklaces are beautiful, but very easy to hide or display as you please... they are also something that is not obvious, which to my young and embarrassed self was very important, but also something that is close to the heart.

That sounds cornier than I intended. :/ 

Because of this, now at nineteen I will rarely wear a necklace that does not have a specific meaning attached to it.

Here are my three dearest necklaces:

'A'
My 'A' necklace is the same one as worn my Karen Gillan as Amy Pond.
From this blog you will know that Amy means a lot to me... but I wear this more than just when costuming as Amy.
This necklace represents the side of me that I have discovered through costuming as Amy, a side that is confident in herself and not plagued by the insecurities that Lisa is... well, mostly.

Key
My gold Tiffany key is by far the most valuable piece of jewelry I have ever owned. I was given it by my parents for my 18th birthday. It represents my family, and my move to university.
It signifies success to me, this was given to me at a time where my hard work paid off so it serves to remind me of that work and the light at the end of the tunnel.

HP
This one has to be obvious... this is my solid silver Harry Potter logo necklace which I found on ebay about 3 years ago and haven't really seen since.
(I wish I had it in gold, but that was crazy expensive at the time, and this was about £30)
Obviously, the largest aspect of my live is my love of Harry Potter. This is the first necklace that made me discover my love of meaningful jewelry. I bought it at a time when I kept my geekyness to myself, so this necklace was my small way of showing my love of HP.

I have many others... such as my Philosophers Stone book and my Twilight heart (which, even though I am no longer a twilight fan means a lot as twilight introduced me to conventions).

They each have a huge sentimental value to me, and show my true self.

TTFN

Costume plans, 2011

So, as I should have guessed due to my inability to make any form of decision... 

I changed my mind about Amy.

I realised that I don't care about the haters, let them hate. Mhmm.

 I love being Amy, so shall continue to do so... she makes me happy. :)

So, I'm starting on some Series 6 costumes :D

However, I don't plan to be Amy for a while. 

Time for another list.

Costume plans for 2011 (subject to change xD)

EMS March

Jean Grey/The Dark Phoenix, X-Men

Snow White

Memorabilia March

Christmas Special Kissogram!Pond

Femme!11th Doctor

MCM Expo May (Might not be going to this one)

Ariel

LFCC July

X-23 (big maybe)

Series 6!Pond

Bitten 2 August

Jessica Merlottes 

Sophie-Anne

After August I am not sure on my convention plans and thus unsure on my costume plans. :)

But I still want to do Lara Croft at some point... and maybe some other superheroes as they are awesome. xD

Yay for blogging when I have a 2000 word report to write.

TTFN

Reconsidering Fate

So, previously I've written how I do not believe in fate.

And I stick by that... I really do. Other than coincidence I do not believe that I am on a predestined path, or that 'what will be will be'.

What will be is what I make it to be.

However, two days ago I went with my Grandad to the working men's club that he has been a member of since 1942. There, he got talking about the war (which is quite a rare occurence) and in particular about the Coventry Blitz.

The fact of the matter is that my Grandad (and as such the whole of my Mum's side of my family) was bombed out of two houses in one night.

Two houses. One night.

He spoke about how his family went out into the back garden to watch the bombs falling (as they did...y'know) and whilst out there a bomb fell in their front garden. If they hadn't been in the back garden... who knows.

So, with their house not safe they walked down to a relatives house, I believe my Great Aunts middle of terrace house.

Whilst there another bomb fell on the end of the terrace, bombing them out of that house as well.

Luckilly (I think) everyone was okay.

As you can guess... I was in shock.

That is one fucker of coincidence, right? Surely... it's more like... 

Fate.

My Grandad said, and I repeat 'If those airmen had released those bombs a fraction of a second before or later...'

He couldn't complete the sentence, can you blame him? 

But he did utter one, in this case, very relevant word...

"Fate"

At 87 he is stating that that decision by that German airman actually saved his life all those years ago... and as such my Mothers and my own... and so forth.

Wow.

I'm completely at a loss for anything else to say...

TTFN.