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Thursday, April 7, 2016

Mourning Jewelry

Today I'm writing about mourning jewelry.  Don't know what it is?  Well, it was very popular during the Regency period in England.  When a loved one died, it was customary for women to go into heavy mourning, and often part of their mourning ensemble was a piece of jewelry to wear as a memento.  Some of the materials used were jet, ivory, on which was painted a tiny funeral scene, and pearls to signify tears shed over the loss of the loved one.  They often used the loved one's hair, and they braided it and encased it under glass, usually in a broach.

Here is an example of a mourning pendant, and an excerpt from The Brat and the Brainiac II: Fear of Commitment, where I mention one of the characters' interest in and passion for mourning jewelry:
Locket  England, Great Britain 1780-1820 (made)  Artist/Maker:Unknown   Memorial jewellery to honour the dead is one of the largest categories of 18th- century jewellery. From 1760 there was a vogue for memorial medallions or lockets. These became especially popular in Britain.  Neo-classical motifs of funerary urns, plinths and obelisks joined the more traditional cherubs, angels and weeping willows. Hair was preserved  within the locket.:

“Look what I found,” says Jason, handing me a pendant on a thin gold chain.
            The finely painted miniature on the pendant was of a lady at a grave under a full moon.  I know Miranda, with her interest in mourning jewelry, will love it and I congratulate him on his find.
            “Yep,” I say, handing it back.  “This is definitely one of them.  You lucked out, man.  They’re not that easy to find.”
            “But why does she like something so morbid?”
            “Because it’s not morbid to her.  She thinks it’s sweet, that someone would wear a memento to their loved one.”
            He thinks it over, and then he looks at me with a smile.
            “I can see that.”

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