You’ve seen and love them: on necks, wrists and sticking through the occasional hole, but never before have you seen them so eloquently displayed. Ladies and gentlefolk, please help me welcome, The Mewelry. The tables have turned, gone are the days when jewelry was meant only for those stricken with vaginas. Here are the days when mewelry take it’s rightful place, around the neck of self-respecting men everywhere. Out of the gate, we have a handmade leather mustache necklace. Times are a-changin’, and in these times mustaches rest not only on the upper lip but somewhere just below the clavicle. Even further south rests a pseduo-mermaid either praying or keeling over as a result of what looks to be constipation. A totem pole for when one head just isn’t enough. A whistle for when unwarranted actions occur. And rounding out the crew, a gold watch pretending to be real but who is no more real than the English accent of the Portuguese man who sold it to me. Believe it or not, folks, all of this mewelry cost me less than 10 smack-me-in-the-face-with-that-totem-pole-necklace-aroos – lending to my theory that looking above average can cost below.
