There was a time, not so long ago, that I knew nothing about metals, and alloys, and gemstones, and the only thing I cared about was how a piece of jewelry looked. When I found a piece that made my heart putter, I would wear it excitedly, showing it off, glancing at it now and then. Then, suddenly, a few weeks later that piece starts looking a little smudgy, then scratchy, then the color changes a little. Before I realize it my new shiny piece of jewelry has completely lost it's luster, and I've lost my excitement. I wear it less and less. It slowly gets nudged further and further back in my jewelry box until one day it's lost in the dark corners of nowhereland with dropped bobby pins and lone socks.