Having an organized and stylish place to keep your weed that you can leave out in plain sight is an option any adult deserves.
For the past two years or so I've been quietly working on filling my fingers with rings. It goes hand-in-hand with the "witchy vibes" that have been my dressing inspiration, even though I am not super goth-y or super hippie. But whatever, wearing a bunch of rings is cool and there is something instantly mystical about it. I don't usually buy a lot of jewelry because I always feel like I really need to make a "connection" (hippie alert!) with it. This is even more so with the rings as I imagine that they all have some sort of magical power–a feeling that probably stems from watching too many episodes of Captain Planet as a child.
On my right hand are the more personal rings: a gold ring with little emeralds that my grandmother gave me, a hammered silver band that my bandmate made for me for my birthday last year, and my class ring. Not because I'm still filled with school spirit or anything, I swear, I just got used to wearing it.
On my left hand I have two rings that I bought myself: an eagle ring by Bing Bang and a bear ring by Pamela Love. I hope to have only animal rings on this hand because why not? I've noticed that stackable rings have become a "thing," which I think is great because I love being able to mix and match and they really allow a lot of freedom in that department.
Stackable Initial Ring $8 each, Urban Outfitters.
I came across these stackable rings on the Urban Outfitters website during one of my weekly website crawls and immediately started to imagine what sort of things I would want my finger (or fingers?) to spell out. I love that they made them cheap enough to really go wild and spell something different every day. Let's face it though, I would probably end up getting rings that spell out L A I A. I have never been able to just go to a tourist shop and get a magnet with my name on a Florida license plate or a keychain with my name bedazzled on it or whatever. These rings can maybe fill that void. Ah, now you know about the loneliness of the unusually-named. We want "personalized" stuff, too!