Sentimental Jewellery

Georgian sentimental brooches/pins

Unfortunately I haven’t mastered photographing things that flash back at you but I thought you might be interested in seeing some old hair jewellery which I’ve inadvertently collected over the years. I say inadvertently because I never set out to collect stuff, I bought one because it was pretty, historical and of course a bargain. Then at some point I repeat the experience and this is the upshot.

If you read classic literature you’ll have read about such things and although in Victorian times mourning jewellery was very popular because of Victoria’s penchant for remaining in deep mourning for her Albert, people also used hair as love tokens, which is what these teeny brooches were originally.

They are only about half an inch or an inch at most in length and they would have been used for attaching a piece of lace to a neckline which is why they’re often called lace pins, or sometimes women used them for attaching ribbons to bonnets. If you look carefully you can just see some of the hair which is woven into a design and placed underneath the glass front. The metal frame is probably just a cheap version of gold but it looks like the real thing and you can tell the early Georgian ones by the length of the pin, they always protrude quite a bit over the end of the brooch frame. Sometimes they have inscriptions on the back and dates, presumably celebrating a wedding or engagement.

I love them because they’re so wee and perfect and part of history, although I’ll never know the story behind any of them I know that the hair inside was snipped off in a moment of high romance and I hope that things didn’t go downhill after that!

As you can see I’ve pinned these ones to a piece of padded velvet and put it into a frame which had no glass. It’s an easy way of displaying brooches or just keeping them out of harm’s way as things tend to get damaged when they are all jumbled up together in jewellery boxes.

Next time I’ll show you some Victorian mourning jewellery which like most things from that era is built on a larger scale, and the hair is twisted into very ornate patterns. I’ll have to practice with my camera first.

Mind you hair jewellery does tend to freak some people out, I have no idea why that should be because it seems that a large proportion of women are walking about with other women’s hair attached to their skull – now that would freak ME out!

Sentimental / Mourning Jewellery

Mourning jewellery

Mourning jewellery

I must admit that when I tell people that I collect hair jewellery, they often take a quick step away from me. For some reason it really seems to freak out a lot of folk. I really can’t think why it does, but there you go, it’s just as well we are all different.

I think that everyone should have at least one thing about them that the majority of people find just a bit weird. That’s what makes life interesting. Of course some of us have quite a lot of things that most people think are pretty crazy.

I love brooches, and I think that one of the first brooches which I bought many moons ago, was a huge Victorian hair brooch with pearls included in the intricate design. The pearls are meant to denote tears, so I guess that that one is probably the hair belonging to a dead loved one.

There are plenty of pieces of jewellery around which were obviously used as love tokens, and I don’t think that you can get much more romantic than that. Friends even exchanged locks of hair.

The hair jewellery business was very big in Victorian times. I suppose Queen Victoria’s deep and long mourning for Prince Albert helped to keep the fashion going, although hair jewellery was popular long before then.

People used to send the hair of their loved one off to be twisted and woven into a particular pattern, but it was rumoured that the jewellers actually used hair belonging to prostitutes to make the designs, and understandably people were put off by that. So they took to crafting their own designs and pattern books were published to take advantage of this craze.

I’ve always loved hair and when my boys were very small, I kept all of their baby hair whenever it needed to be trimmed. So, I have two tins full of baby hair because I just couldn’t stand the thought of throwing it away. Now, all I have to do is open the tins and immediately I’m whisked back to their babyhood. I don’t feel that urge often, but it is nice to have the option.

Of course, I also have some curls of hair from all four of us, tied together and tucked safely away in a locket.

There is also a rumour that I have their baby teeth in tins too, but even I think that that is a wee bit strange and I’m not admitting to it at all.