The Tumblrverse is aware that I devote at least a seventh of my time to trinkets. I’m a bit of a junkhound, but this handful, at least, is pretty precious to me.
The bowtie I was given by a really nice lady I worked with when I was about 17, at my second summer job. She collected a ton of cool antiques, but mostly lady things; when I told her I had spent my very first tax return on a top hat that week, she brought me this 1900-ish-era man’s bowtie the next day, saying it didn’t fit in with the rest of her stuff. I wear it as often as I remember. The tiger-eye ring was my dad’s. (Also, the microdermal, my semi-perma-trinket: the ability to stick metal in myself is also something I hold pretty dear.)
[Sorry, GDSP, your prompts have been a bit underwhelming lately. We’ll see about this indestructible thing; I can always stick more metal in myself.]