silver pendant for women

ok ladies, i want to get my fiance a pendant necklace. I really dont care which one a buy her or if its on amazon or if i can find a deal on ebay. Other than the obvious fact of the carat and the price, which one would better suit her.

http://www.amazon.com/Yellow-Diamond-Cro wn-Pendant-Clarity/dp/B000SKMCK8/ref=sr_ 1_1?ie=UTF8&s=jewelry&qid=121965 5605&sr=8-1

http://www.amazon.com/Elegant-Sterling-S ilver-Crown-Pendant/dp/B000PWDOT2/ref=pd _bbs_3?ie=UTF8&s=jewelry&qid=121 9655724&sr=8-3

I like the first one better, but that's simply my taste. Your fiance may be different. But, I do like the first one a lot better than the second one. Hope I helped a bit. :)

2008-08-25 02:17:24 by tony98902

People keep asking me how do you actually make jewelry? So here you go enjoy!

has silver jewelry only, pendants, earrings and rings, display 6 on screen at a time that are available, all are $6.95 and that is just for shipping. They want you to "sample" their items, in hopes you'll buy from the catalog they send. It was a sight listed in a woman's magazine, like Redbook, or something, in an article of bargains you can find. My computer crashed and I cannot find the site.

I can do you one better! I know of the site you are referring to, and one other as well!

Silver Jewelry Club
The Silver Jewelry Club has a steady following among online jewelry shoppers, freebie and bargain hunters, and jewelry makers. This website is a promotional site for the larger jewelry company known as Peora. Peora offers a selection of their pieces free to the public in order to earn a reputation for themselves and build a larger clientele. This works great for both parties; you get free jewelry and a chance to see the quality of the work before ordering more expensive pieces sight unseen and Peora has a pretty good guarantee that people will come back for more once they receive their free items.

So how does it work? Well first you need to go to Silverjewelryclub.com, the home page will show four different pieces that will be available for fifteen minutes only, mens and womens jewelry is included in the selction. New pieces of sterling silver jewelry, some with gemstones, are offered twenty four hours a day, you can browse through pieces that will be offered up soon by clicking on the "See What's Coming Up Next" tab on the top right of the screen. Once you find a set of earrings, necklace, or ring that you want all you have to do is order it. Provide your name and address when prompted and pay the shipping and handling fee of $5.99, they take paypal and all major credit cards.



Silver Jewelry.com
Silver Jewelry is a new free jewelry site that is run on basically the same principle as the silver jewelry club, except this site is to introduce Silver Jewelry.com to the public. Neither company indicates how long they will be offering jewelry for this promotion, but the first has a different site dedicated to the full line and Silver Jewelry does not. This leads me to believe that at some point, sooner than later, the site will begin featuring the full line of jewelry at the full retail prices.

So how does Silver Jewelry work? Well, basically the same way, with a couple of differences. Six, rather than four pieces, are offered at one time in a different category. The six categories include rings, bracelets, necklaces, pendant, earrings and a new arrival, which can be added to any one of the five other categories. Items are offered for twenty minutes and you are not able to see what is up next. Another difference is the shipping price, which is $6.95. Everything else, from the ordering process to the quality is the same.

2009-01-13 13:53:12 by Sheila

Price: $140.00 $31.00

Sterling Silver contains a polished finish for radiant shine.
Floral design makes this necklace a wonderful gift for all ages.

Fallen Angel. Chapter one. In search of Identity.

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"My eyes opened and I realized I was resting on a soft bed. I was covered with a soft baby blue blanket. The birds chirpedrhythmically, and the sunlight reflectedfrom the window adjacent from the bed was hurting my eyes. I squinted as I looked upon it, but it really didn't helprelieve the pain at all. The pain felt as if I was looking directly at a flashlight. I could easily tell the time of day was morning. I sat up on the bed and looked around the bedroom, the walls were painted pink, the drawers and bookshelves standing opposite of the window were just as blue as the blanket that I hadjust pulled off. The room was unfamiliar to me. I wondered how I got here, but I could not recall anything that occurred before this present point, nothing at all.
I got out of bed and there was a somewhat loud clanking sound coming from the polished wooden floor. I looked down and saw a silver heart shaped pendant bonded with small silver chains. I bent over and picked up the locket. It was two and a half inches long, and it gleamed and shimmered like precious diamonds in the sunlight behind me. I turned the heart shaped locket and saw a small clasp. I opened the locket and saw a photo of a young woman on the left who seemed to be wearing a purple dress robe. Next to her on the right was a little girl, wearing similar clothing except she wore pink instead of purple. Both of them had long black hair and they were smiling at each other. I glanced at the little girl again, and although the child seemed so cute, she also seemed very familiar. There was a mirror adjacent to the door in front of me. I saw my own reflection in the mirror. I realized that I had black hair just like the two people in the photo, wearing a white T-Shirt and white shorts, I also saw in the mirror that I had no shoes on. Then I looked at the little girl in the picture again. That little girl’s face and hair are somewhat similar to mine. On the left side of the locket I saw a something printed on the silver metal. The upper left corner of the heart locket was a name that was printed “Fallen angel” and in the middle there was date carved into the locket saying

20 December 1995

The date on the locket caught my attention. I wondered why the date was even printed there. What happened on that day? Why is it so significant? I also wondered who the young woman is in the photo, and if the little girl next to her is really me. The door in front of me knocked unexpectedly. I just watched and glared at it, then seconds later the door opened. The one who knocked on the door was a young woman, wearing a white dress and I also noticed a white apron she was wearing that seemed to blend in. Her rectanglular glasses were completely crooked, it looks as if it was about to fall off her face. Her face was completely dirty, and her crimson hair looked as if it were never brushed for weeks perhaps months. Her emerald eyes came into contact with mine, and said to me in a somewhat squeaky voice.

“Hello, you’re awake”

I continued to glare at her, and remind silent.

“What’s your name?” said the woman, smiling lightly “My name is Solana Frostly.”

Unfortunately I didn’t have an answer to that question. I felt pretty stupid not knowing my own name, so I remained silent and continued to stare at her.

“Um, you don’t talk much do you?” said Solana, timidly. “My daughter Aiyana found you in the forest out cold so we took you in our home and we kept you warm and placed you in her room. Um….. Are you feeling okay?”

I nodded lightly, and whispered.

“Yes”

“I’m glad to hear it!” said Solana, smiling brightly. “Come downstairs, I made some breakfast. When you finished eating we can call your parents. How old are you by the way”

“T-Tw-Twelve” I answered a little unsure of myself.

“Oh that’s great!” Said Solana, “Aiyana is just about you age- Well, perhaps. She’ll be turning twelve in a few days, so I’m sure you two would get along just fine. Now please come downstairs for some breakfast. I’m not sure if there is any breakfast left, I didn’t expect you to be awake at this time. After breakfast we’ll call your parents, they must be worried sick about you. So we’ll just let them know that you’re okay”

Solana turned around and left. Seconds later, I got up off the floor, where I was sitting, left the room and went down the stairs. After I reached the first floor, I heard a voice calling to me.

“Hey, over here! We saved you some breakfast”

I turned to where the voice is coming from. It was Solana and another girl who had long scarlet hair just like Solana’s in a kitchen. I walked inside the kitchen where the girl sat at a circular wooden table that was near a corner of the kitchen. The table had a large plate with a layer of pancakes on a white ceramic plate and a bottle of maple syrup sitting there. I gagged at the odor of burnt food. The sink next to me were piled with dirty dishes. There were shards of broken glass on the white tile floors. I almost stepped on them, while I was still barefoot. Solana was near an oven holding a silver metal spatula, jumping and shrieking hysterically trying to put out the flames that bloomed from the stove just a second ago. I sat at the table where the girl sat. I glared at her for a moment. The girl looked back at me and smiled.

“Oh hello,” She said quickly, “Don’t mind my Mom, she’s very clumsy when it comes to housekeeping. As you can see, she’s not always the best cook. Although she’s very clumsy and careless, she has her moments. She’s only like this when she’s stressed out. It’s very typical for adults.Other than that she’s a great cook. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aiyana.”

Aiyana reached out her right hand towards me.

I looked at her hand. I wondered what she made that gesture for. I continued to stare at it.
“What’s your name” She asked.

My eyes were drawn from her hand to her face. It’s that question again. I was gnawing my bottom lip, trying hard to remember, but it was impossible. All I could do now is give Aiyana a light shrug. Aiyana frowned.

“I tried asking her the same thing,” said Solana finally finished extinguishing the flames on the stove, “but she wouldn’t tell me. She must be shy, let’s give her some time to relax a bit. Aiyana pumpkin, go to the living room and find the phone. I think it’s time we call her parents. And turn on the computer on your way back here, and look up something on missing children”

Aiyana looked at her mother and nodded. She got up off her chair and left the kitchen. Now my attention is drawn to Solana, who smiled at me, placed some pancakes on the plate in front of me and said,

“Please eat some pancakes, they’re really tasty. I don’t want you to go hungry. I’ll give you a fork and a glass of orange juice.”

Solana handed me a silver metal fork, with four prongs and the flower design carved on the brown wooden handle. She also grasped the bottle of maple syrup and poured its sticky brown contents on the plate of pancakes. I looked down and stared at it.

“Hmm,” said Solana. “It seems that you have never tasted pancakes before. Just cut a piece off and eat it.

I looked up at Solana once more, remembering what Aiyana told me earlier, that she isn’t always the best cook. I assumed that these pancakes of hers would not taste very pleasant. I found Solana as a very kind person and the last thing I want to do is offend her. With my assumption set aside, I grabbed the fork that was previously placed on the table, Cut off a piece of the pancake and placed it into my open mouth. My bottom jaw made contact with my upper one, while moving in a clockwise position. The food was soft and tasted sugary. While eating it I had this pleasant feeling, I assumed that the pancakes would taste horrible, but it was the opposite. I looked up at Solana again and smiled. Solana smiled back at me.

In each chapter there will be a new reply. So i need your opinion on this story.
I know you'll love it. Please give me your opinions on this story, and if you have any suggestions, please say so.

good start
i like it
go on
try to use more adjectives
john

2007-11-06 11:11:10 by BlueLucario

Price: $150.50 $39.99

A friend of mine's boyfriend of 3 years decided to get her a random gift, a gold necklace with a diamond heart pendant, now she's very thrilled that he was thinking about her and got her this gift but now feels bad because she knows it's not something she would wear and kind of feels bad about it because she's thankful for the gift but doesn't want to hurt his feelings by telling him she doesn't like gold and diamonds (She likes rubies and silver).

Anyways, that's the situation and it got me wondering; Why do most men assume all women like diamonds and gold? Some of us don't and you would think after being with her 3 years he would know her well enough to know gold and diamonds aren't her thing. She's asked me how to approach him about it without hurting his feelings and, honestly, I don't know what to tell her (as I'm always very clear on my likes and dislikes so I never have issues like this) any suggestions on how I could help her on this one?
Elder H: That just may work out well!

Sorry no idea.

OTOH my parent's insist of buying me expensive gold stuff when I've only worn Silver since I as 18. So glad they rarely see me so don't wonder why I don't wear it.

So I guess it's not restricted to just men.

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2008-05-28 00:17:19 by Victoria Sparda

I'll take any comments youve got but please forgods sake NO COPYRIGHT ive had 3 people mooch it off me already.
Lol and thanks guys for all the help so far
Okay here we go:
The leaves rustled as they blew around my feet. I was nine years old. Peoples screams filled the streets. "Why! Why did this happen?". I looked down, my school socks and dress were muddy. My legs had goose bumps and I was shivering from the cold. My long brown hair was wet, my school uniform torn. Within an instance, my whole world seemed to stand still. The noise's around me blurred and for a moment. The only thing I could hear was a cry, a long and fearful cry. My mothers body lay there, as i lent down and put my hand upon hers i felt she was holding something. I took it out of her clenched fist. It was some sort of ancient pendant, silver with an inscription on the back in gold. I looked up as the wind roared and rushed through my hair. It bellowed loudly as I put it around my neck and fastened the clasp. The tears began to roll down my cheeks and onto the stone cold ground below. I wrapped my arms around myself and shut my eyes. I imagined the angels and whispered "Please, give me her back." I could hear sirens now, they became louder and louder, the tune thudding against my ear drum. I ran. I hit my head. I blacked out.

When I came to my senses the smell around me was something that I was unable to determine. It smelt like blood. Death. I could however, smell my mothers perfume, only slightly, but it felt stronger then ever due to my complete fixation on it. It made me feel uncomfortable, it made me want hide away from everything forever. Alone and afraid, I sat. Unsure whether to feel anger or heartache.

After the police arrived with my father the rain began to rush down. You could hear each raindrop beat against the floor. The rain was feeling my anger. It felt the heartache but my rage at the same time. I watched my father’s face turned white. He stumbled towards my mothers body and drop kneed to the floor. I saw him grit his teeth and punch the cold concrete. He screamed. It wasn’t a scream of pain. It was one of frustration, hurt and desperation.

He took my hand and gently swept it onto mine. His eyes looked vigorously intense. He took a breath and took off his jacket.
“Kohana, put this on…it’s cold”
I watched him get up off his knees I saw him deeply staring. That when I realised it was around my mother neck in which he was staring. I quickly put the pendant underneath my dress out of his sight. He look away whilst the rain dripped off him and whispered ‘I love you Amelia. We knew this day would come…I just wish it hadn’t’
At the time I didn’t understand what he meant by that. I thought maybe my mother was sick. That was until the police declared it as a suicide.

I recall thinking ‘How dare they’. I knew my mother wasn’t like that. She didn’t have anything wrong with her. Her life was complete. Was perfect. She was beautiful. So beautiful.

Long dark hair that shimmered and the most amazing eyes you’ve ever seen. As blue as the heavens above. They’d sparkle with sheer delight. Like crystals, they’d never dimmer out. She was the most amazing women god had ever created. I however was not. I was average. Dark her, but I didn’t possess her eyes. Mine were brown. Boring and unoriginal.


That night changed my life forever. I became withdrawn, quiet, alone. I didn’t speak to my father. I’d shout, scream. I felt so alone…so helpless. I’d lost everyone, my mother, father and my friends looked at me like I was nothing more then an outkast to Japan..

Seven years on, I’m still getting counselling treatment for that night. The warm sun beat down on my skin through the window, the rays of warmth filled my body with heat. Today was the last day of counselling. The last day of questions of ‘how I felt’ or how I was ‘coping’. Finally after today I could be normal…well at least try.

I watched my counsellor Kikoe walk into the room, she was tall, scrawny with jet black hair. She wore big glasses and had a strong smell of peppermint. She sat down and put her glasses on the end of her nose, whilst flicking through some past reports of my sessions. There was the occasional sigh but apart from that the wait wasn’t too bad.

"Kohana…I know what happened to you was traumatic...I can understand that. But your 15 now, you need to get along with life."

"I didn't ask to come here did i? And I am getting on with life I‘ll have you know." She always tried to act like my mother. I was her pity victim, her gossip, her charity.

"Kohana... You haven’t been to school since you were 10 how are you going to gain a husband? Men like women with good training.."

"I don’t want to go back, my life is fine now. I like being alone." I play with my fingers and try to not make eye contact.


She slid me over an envelope. it’s a brownish colour with some sort tea stain on the back. I open it
Colour? no i dont spell it wrong. Im english. And we dont spell colour with or at the end lol.

Very good, but with some typos. you use 'I' as lowercase, and mispell color, counseling, realized, and outcast. It should should say 'people were screaming' not peoples. Mothers should be mother's. It's not in proper novel formatting, which is alright for now but if you put it on a website or have it published, this will have to be changed. In the following sentence the period at the end should be removed: "Why! Why did this happen?". In this sentence, me should be removed, it makes for poor grammar. "Please, give me her back." I think this would look better as one sentence, replacing the period with a comma: "Alone and afraid, I sat. Unsure whether to feel anger or heartache." Change it to "Alone and afraid I sat, unsure whether to feel anger or heartache."

I'm not saying this is a bad story, not at all! It's very good you just need to work on your punctuation, spelling, and grammar. :)

2009-04-05 12:58:18 by River.Spirit.Love.