Staying up late, maintaining a journal, enjoying rollercoasters, reading all of the best tween series: when we were younger, Jackie could convince me to do pretty much anything. Watching Gossip Girl was no exception. During field hockey pre-season, I tore through three seasons to catch up to the live shows. Drama, sex, and designer clothes? A hedonist’s trifecta.

I eventually lost interest, and lost track of the show. You can only take the absurd debauchery for so long, and the writers were running out of pairs who hadn’t already slept together/cheated on each other/gone through some deep rift/all of the above. When I realized a few months ago that I hadn’t seen the final season, I was pretty sure I knew what to expect.

So I watched the whole thing in a few days.

But this isn’t really about the show. I barely remember what happened in this season, let alone the whole show. But what I do remember, was this:

This also has nothing to do with the weird plot-line where Chace Crawford slingshots from dating the British cougar to the high-schooler (seen above), by the way.

As soon as I saw the earrings, I paused the screen and grabbed my iPad. It was difficult to see them fully, but I sketched the essentials.

The length, the simplicity, the stones… I wanted them.

[Aside  I’d seen someone wearing the emerald, long pleated skirt I have been dreaming of since who knows when and it hadn’t crossed my mind to dismount my bike and ask her about it and then thinking about that skirt I got to thinking about emerald in general and thatsomehow, in the course of today, I decided it would be my new color (whatever that means), and then I remembered these earrings so I popped on my computer to do some digging]

It took me about five minutes of intelligent Googling a la Wiki Game:

> Gossip Girl Earrings

> Gossip Girl Wiki (Season 6 summary)

> Sage Gossip Girl dress

> Sage Helmut Lang earrings

> bingo.

Spotted: The Gemma Redux Green Agate Horn Earrings.

My “technical drawings” weren’t far off.

And an even greater discovery was afoot: that Gemma Redux is not only a total boss (working one of my many dream-jobs), but is/was also a Wolverine. Her work is nothing short of flawless. She melts chains which drip from frozen stones, she adds graceful static to the traditional form of a bracelet… I won’t belabor the poetry, but suffice it to say that the forms are just smart. It must be the maize and blue, right? And now I’ll be prowling for stones that can do a replica justice.