November 4th is sometimes considered the anniversary of the discovery of King Tut’s tomb.
Howard Carter’s began what he expected to be his last funded season excavating in the Vally of the Kings November 1rst. He started off by having his workers clear out the area where Rameses VI’s workmen had built their huts.
November 4th they found the rock cut steps that would lead to Tutankhamun’s tomb. They cleared out and found the door by the end of the 5th, but wouldn’t actually enter until his patron joined them some weeks later.
When I was younger I was always annoyed that everything October was pink. October’s birthstones are opal and tourmaline. Opal being a pricey stone and not super cheap even in lab grown options, pink rhinestones were the way to go in key chains, toy rings, and other such birthday/astrologically themed trinkets.
It’s a little one! But I almost forgot, a warning about the time devouring dangers of pinterest. I saw a snake cuff bracelet that intrigued me and decided to try to make a ring version. And thus passed the day… So quick show-and-tell. Wire wrapped copper and emerald snake ring. About a size 8. I’d love to scale it down to make it a little less in the way, but haven’t had luck yet.
Since it’s the last day of May and emerald birthstones, have some emerald art by Erte. He certainly seems to have been taken by this gem!
Emerald, part of Erte’s Precious Stones series.
For the most part I really enjoyed this book. It’s a fun read with some excellent lines.*
I appreciate her efforts to clearly explain things as vastly different as the geological and biological processes that create gemstones and pearls, and different concepts of value to the psychology of want and envy and their roles both in marketing and the shaping of the political world.
I can’t not mention Shakespeare this week. This Saturday will be the 400th anniversary of his death.
So its sonnet 18 that comes to mind. Yes, he’s using May and not April, but still, 400 years is getting on eternal lines. It’s not Beowulf, let alone Gilgamesh, but it’s nothing to sneeze at!
I’ve been remiss in posting for National Poetry Month, but wanted to share a Gwendolyn Brooks poem that was recently introduced to me.