Adventures In Rock Hunting

I’m currently on the hunt to get more information on raw gemstones and minerals.

If you didn’t know, I’m turning into a bit of a “rockhound.” I’ve been collecting crystals and gemstones for a while now but I realized there wasn’t really a prominent source of training and education on the raw identification. I happen to work in jewelry, so getting access to polished and cut stone identification is easy, but I want to know about when you’re in the river sifting through rocks and dirt — is that an emerald or a labradorite in the pan?

SPEAKING OF WHICH:

gems

Don’t look at my gray hairs.

Here is a picture of me doing sifting for amateurs. Yes, I BOUGHT that sand but I had a lot of fun doing it and the water felt nice on my hands. Also featured is my Bugs Bunny watch.

No doubt you probably saw the image of a bunch of gems on my bureau posed according to the colors of the chakras. Note to self: clean the rest of your bureau off instead of shoving stuff to the side, we can still see it. Also featured is my Bugs Bunny watch…again.

I’d be interesting in hearing what other people have learned about raw stones and minerals. Any information or books or classes would be great. I found the Pinterest has actually been a pretty big source of information as far as the mysticism and metaphysical properties of stones go. I guess we’ll see!

with love and gems xo

 

 

Crystals and Toe-Sucking

Hey guys, I might be a witch.

Lately I’ve been reading up on crystals and gemstones and their benefits. I have a piece of citrine, an emerald, and a little lapis lazuli (any Gilgamesh fans?).

I carry them around as lucky charms but I also read that keeping certain ones under your pillow will help you have happier dreams when you sleep.

WELL my friends, I did not put my crystals under my pillow last night and I had some pretty fucked up dreams. One of them included sucking the toes (which nails were painted blackish-purple) of a kid I used to like a few years back. There was lots of drag queens, Goldfish crackers, rainbow escalators, and a nighttime pool party.

It sounds traumatizing but I woke up laughing so I’m hoping I haven’t completely become unhinged. Although, I’m not sure if laughing means I am crazy or just understanding of the absurdity.

Judging by the titles of my last few posts, I guess it might be the former.

In other news, I am seeing a psychic this weekend!

It was either that or a therapist and the psychic was cheaper.

And they are usually better at telling people what to do.

Me make a decision for myself? Puh! Unless it’s food or clothing, I’ll take all the advice I can get.

Or this blog. This thing is stream of consciousness. I pick a topic and wipe my ass with it and see how you darling pooptarts like it.

I’m not going to put the crystals under my pillow again tonight and see if anything else kooky happens.

Until next time my Scruvy Fully Bloateds!