Blood Milk Jewels

A Season in the Dollhouse At Night.


Blood Milk Jewels

A Season in the Dollhouse At Night.


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Here, our larger Pomegranate clasp has been reimagined as a pendant, married to a strand of onyx and spinel beads that mimic the pattern of the ‘Seeds’ stand to create this limited strand. * Note this is a shorter strand and is worn here with the ‘Seeds’ strand to show how it can be layered * 

Plucked from one of our recent Obolus coin releases, this miniature pomegranate is much smaller in size than our usual offerings. Akin to the weight of a hummingbird, its delicate size & tactile nature makes it easily held between the tips of your fingers and rubbed for comfort in times of grief, anxiety, dissociation, as well as during moments of joy and wonder. 

During these past years I’ve been thinking about a dollhouse my father had started building when I was little. He was a talented carpenter amongst other things that dealt with his hands, and I remember being excited about this house; I loved miniature objects, how they made me feel, the magic of them. 

It was never finished and although I had always hoped for one of those grand, elaborate dollhouses, I never owned one growing up. When my father died and I was allowed into his home to pour over and collect some of his things, I saw the house high on a shelf on a wall, still unfinished, lonely. I think of it this way, disintegrating, lost to time, the way a body falls loose of itself and becomes bones. A house can do this too, I believe. Become lost to time. Its rooms settling and sinking, wallpaper peeling, plaster dust thick in the air. My father’s house, my first house, no longer exists. Someone tore it down. I imagine the dollhouse torn down too, both gone, though forever in the miniature rooms of my mind. Grief does that, no matter how long its been, it creates rooms and whole houses inside you, putting up walls and doors where there were none before. Maybe you know what I mean. Maybe we share the same fruit, eat the same seeds. Move furniture around in similar miniature rooms. 

These past few years, I’ve been wondering what it would feel like to actually be as miniature as I feel on occasion, all the internalized feels made real. Like when Alice in Wonderland has her “Drink Me” moment ~ shrinking ever so small to fit through a tiny door to live in a world meant only for me, where only I could inhabit. These are melancholy thoughts ~ & I would have considered myself alone in them perhaps but more & more I think we are all in miniature spaces of our own ~ bending our shoulders in to guard our hearts, misunderstanding when a query might shed light~ relying on the lack of nuance a glowing screen provides rather than the sounds of each other’s voices ~ the look of each other’s expressions. I don’t have the answers ~ I just continue on and move the furniture around both here irl, as well as in the tiny rooms within me that I retreat too when I’m feeling _____….

Perhaps you understand this complicated feeling too? The one I can’t seem to put the right word to... The age of the liminal, where we are all netted between one horror and another yet to happen, but where it is still so searingly beautiful to be alive: to simply see the moon still grow full each month, to see the flowers still blossom into their wild, painterly colors ~ where I read something so rich with vivid language I feel this felt sense swarm in me, rising up like an immense wave, teeming with silky seaweed. I hope you know it too. I’m always chasing after it. 


Designed to be worn with the pomegranate close to the heart, this strand will be handmade for you in the length of your choice ( *approximately* 16 - 24 inches ) long from end to end, not including the clasp. IMPORTANT: if your preferred length is sold out, please choose the next closest option and then email us at bloodmilkjewels@gmail.com to confirm the correct size. 

At its closure is our smaller Pomegranate Clasp cast in sterling silver. A sister to our Dollhouse Pomegranate pendant, this clasp is delicate in size & tactile in nature making it easily held between the tips of your fingers and rubbed for comfort in times of grief, anxiety, dissociation, as well as during moments of joy and wonder. 



Pomegranates are a sacred symbol to me as they are sacred to Persephone, Goddess of the Underworld. Similar to how Eve was doomed the moment she bit from the apple, Persephone’s fate was sealed the moment she ate from the pomegranate, a few seeds bound her to the land of the dead and she became part of it, she belonged to it. This idea is used throughout other tales and narratives, eating the food of chthonic or otherworldly places binds you to them. A symbol of belonging. 


Onyx is best known for being a natural stone that acts as a kind of 'psychic armor' against the negativity of others. It is also used to sooth grief and heartbreak. It's a wonderful grounding stone and stone of self mastery, enabling its wearers to have mental and spiritual focus.


Spinel is a potent stone for healing and protection: working to help clear intense emotions such as anger and rage, it imbues its wearer with a sense of calm. It is also used to heal the physical body and has powerful metaphysical qualities, helping its wearer to feel strong, assisting with perseverance, especially when dealing with issues from the past that have become difficult to overcome. Much like Onyx, it also helps repel negativity from others.

Every bead is hand selected for its beauty. 



This strand is handmade to order, just for you, with care and focus. Please allow approximately 6 weeks for creation before shipping.          

*Length note: Because individual bead measurements vary slightly, total strand lengths are approximate within a few millimeters in either direction. Please reach out via email if you have any questions about this. 

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