what are aquamrine gemstones used for other than jewellery ?
also if youu have any good sites , could you give them to me.
thank youu sooo muuchh !!
oh and my assignement is in french , so if you find a good website in french .. it’s fine.
thannkk youu sooo muuchh once more 
! ♥
http://www.gemstone.org/gem-by-gem/english/aquamarine.html
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Please… Help me???
What? By "what", do you mean who? Like in a designer?..or maybe where, as in "where can I find it"?
And What a list…..who has all day to answer your 18 separate questions?
I would suggest you use a search engine and put in it "Amber Jewelry" (or whatever). You will find a whole world of info.
Cya.
For my bridesmaids I was going to find a nice design of jewelry (found one I really like from Tiffany) and have it made by a local jeweler so that it would be less expensive, but still great quality (good quality real diamonds and aquamarines)
My fiance thinks because its a special occasion we should just drop the bankroll and pay the extra money for designer jewelry, so it will be even more special for them. To me though it never really mattered, I mean diamonds are diamonds haha. Its not that we can’t afford it, I am just curious about the general feeling.
Haha I dont want to trick them, or copy an exact necklace, just the general idea.
Dingding: Don’t worry I am not an idiot, I own a home, a rental property, have a job, a college degree and have a nice chunk of change in the bank. I know what I can afford, but thank you for your concerns.
For your bridesmaids, I’d say go with Tiffany. Every girl likes opening that little blue box!
For an engagement ring or jewelry for myself, I wouldn’t care either way, but for a gift…there’s just something extra special about it coming from Tiffany.
Originally posted on Books and Authors, but not many people saw it and I would appreciate your feedback. Thanks.
The Great Christmas of 1956
by C.S.Scotkin
Christmas was always a good time when I was a child. My eighth Christmas was magic!
Mother, to her great credit, tried to make Christmas wonderful and usually succeeded.
We awakened to a fresh cut tree, strung with bubbling lights, some glass ornaments, and best of all, paper chains my sister and I made from construction paper, homemade paper snowflakes, garlands of popcorn and cranberries. Santa usually managed a few candy canes. Tinsel filled in empty holes.
My sister and I ran down steep old stairs, courting a broken neck if we slipped. What had Santa brought? My pile contained the usual doll, along with paper, crayons, tape, new socks, underwear and a book. My sister received much the same. There was a Parcheesi game for us to share.
My stocking held tangerines, nuts, a set of jacks, dominoes and pick-up sticks. There was a tiny box, hidden in the toe. My first piece of jewelry, a birthstone ring! It was too big; I wore it on my middle finger. I had never seen anything as beautiful as the cool, blue heart shaped aquamarine.
However, I really wanted a sled, hoped and prayed for a sled. I asked Santa at Woolworth’s for a sled. No sled under the tree meant using an old cardboard box for another winter. Still, Santa brought a real ring.
I was part of a great extended family. Rather than be bankrupted in an attempt to give everyone a gift, names were exchanged. These gifts would be the centerpiece of Christmas afternoon at my grandparent’s house.
The fragrances of evergreen, sweet and savory spices enveloped my family with love as we went inside. Warm cheeks on cold cheeks as you were hugged by aunts and uncles were so special on that day. We played with our cousins, tried to sneak another piece of my great-grandmother’s penuche. The sugar rush added a new dimension to the mischievousness of 20 children under the age of 11! As years went on there would be 36 cousins.
Gifts we brought were added to others under Grandma’s great tree. Soon, Grandpa sat in his rocker, a stogie scented Santa, began to call names.
You never knew what package was yours. The tags were always hidden.
The huge pile shrank. Still my name had not been called. Finally, a small box was picked up, my name called. This box was big enough for another pair of socks, I thought. I glanced at my sister, enchanted with her real china tea set. She shrugged with a smarmy look on her face.
I opened the box to find a note.
“Go to the back porch, there is a package for you!”
I ran out, slamming the door. There was a large, round thing with a ridiculously tiny bow and mismatched wrapping paper. I tore away paper to reveal a bright
shining Flying Saucer with red handles! Much better than a sled! All my friends at school had talked about them, how fast they were! Now, I owned one! I ran back in to get my coat, boots and mittens, nearly incoherent with happiness. The snow was fast and powdery that year. I went to the top of the hill in back of Grandma’s house. I sat cross-legged, pushed off! My cheeks burned from rushing cold! I felt delicious terror, unable to steer this great disc, finally tumbled off at the bottom! Complete, total joy repeated three times before being called to dinner.
The feast was enormous; everyone brought a favorite side dish or dessert. We all ate too much. Little ones became cranky, and then fell asleep on the floor or a lap while adults talked. I loved to listen. I absorbed family history and local gossip while pretending to look at a book from Grandma’s library. My Aunt Violet came over to me and whispered in my ear.
“Do you really like your saucer?”
My hug said it all as she hugged me back.
All too soon it was time to go home. That Christmas vacation I was the most popular kid on my road. I let everyone try the saucer. I had it for years, passing it down to sisters, every year a few more dents, frayed handles replaced with rope.. I loved that saucer for teaching me an important lesson. I could fly and be free.
No,,,,It’s never too early for a wonderful story like this,,,All those thrilling days of yesteryear,,,Early childhood memories While reading this story I was flashing back to when I was a kid around the Holidays
Going over to my Grand Parents house after church on Sundays This was the family meeting place Where everyone got together to catch up with each other and what happened during the week And us kids would be outside terrorizing the neighborhood until dinnertime
All of us kids 10 -12 of us I think my Cousin was the oldest 9 and a niece was 5-6 the youngest I believe I was 7 at this time ,,,Those were much simpler times then,,,, I believe it was 1967-68 ,,,,,Happy Holidays All
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The Great Christmas of 1956
by C.S.Scotkin
Christmas was always a good time when I was a child. My eighth Christmas was magic!
Mother, to her great credit, tried to make Christmas wonderful and usually succeeded.
We awakened to a fresh cut tree, strung with bubbling lights, some glass ornaments, and best of all, paper chains my sister and I made from construction paper, homemade paper snowflakes, garlands of popcorn and cranberries. Santa usually managed a few candy canes. Tinsel filled in empty holes.
My sister and I ran down steep old stairs, courting a broken neck if we slipped. What had Santa brought? My pile contained the usual doll, along with paper, crayons, tape, new socks, underwear and a book. My sister received much the same. There was a Parcheesi game for us to share.
My stocking held tangerines, nuts, a set of jacks, dominoes and pick-up sticks. There was a tiny box, hidden in the toe. The box held my first piece of jewelry, a birthstone ring! It was too big; I wore it on my middle finger. I had never seen anything as beautiful as the cool blue of that heart shaped aquamarine.
However, I really wanted a sled, hoped and prayed for a sled. I asked Santa at Woolworth’s for a sled. No sled under the tree meant using an old cardboard box for another winter. Still, Santa brought a real ring.
I was part of a great extended family. Rather than be bankrupted in an attempt to give everyone a gift, names were exchanged. These gifts would be the centerpiece of Christmas afternoon at my grandparent’s house.
The fragrances of evergreen, sweet and savory spices enveloped my family with love as we went inside. Warm cheeks on cold cheeks as you were hugged by aunts and uncles were more special on that day. We played with our cousins, tried to sneak another piece of my great-grandmother’s penuche. The sugar rush added a new dimension to the mischievousness of 20 children under the age of 11! As the years went on there would be 36 cousins.
Gifts we brought were added to others under Grandma’s great tree. Soon, Grandpa sat in his rocker, a stogie scented Santa, began to call names.
You never knew what package was yours. The tags were always hidden.
The huge pile shrank. Still my name had not been called. Finally, a small box was picked up, my name called. This box was big enough for another pair of socks, I thought. I glanced at my sister, enchanted with her real china tea set. She shrugged with a smarmy look on her face.
I opened the box to find a note.
“Go to the back porch, there is a package for you”
I ran out, slamming the door. There was a large, round thing with a ridiculously tiny bow and mismatched wrapping paper. I tore away the paper to reveal a bright
shining Flying Saucer with red handles! Much better than a sled! All my friends at school had talked about them, how fast they were, you didn’t have to wax runners and they didn’t rust. Now, I owned one! I ran back in to get my coat, boots and mittens, nearly incoherent with happiness. The snow was fast and powdery that year. I went to the top of the hill in back of Grandma’s house. I sat cross-legged, pushed off! My cheeks burned from rushing cold. I felt delicious terror, unable to steer this great disc, finally tumbled off at the bottom. Complete, total joy repeated three times before being called to dinner.
The feast was enormous; everyone brought a favorite side dish or dessert. We all ate too much. Little ones soon became cranky, and then fell asleep on the floor or a lap while adults talked. I loved to listen. I absorbed family history and local gossip while pretending to look at a book from Grandma’s library. My Aunt Violet came over to me and whispered in my ear.
“Do you really like your saucer?”
My hug said it all, and she hugged me back.
All too soon it was time to go home. That Christmas vacation I was the most popular kid on my road. I let everyone try the saucer. I had it for years, passing it down to sisters, every year a few more dents, handles frayed. I loved that saucer for teaching me a most important lesson. I could fly and be free.
That was a great read. We used to celebrate Christmas like that; everyone in the family gathered around. Cousins, aunts, uncles, all smiling and laughing.
I could distinctly remember the feeling of getting more than you hoped for on Christmas Day.
LAS
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Lets see for me……
All the books in the world
A pink iPhone
Digital Camera
Laptop
Flat Screen T.V for my room
Money (At least $1,000)
Jewelry
Coffee maker
More Classified Sandals
Designer Clothes
Designer Handbags
Designer Shoes
A pony
A tiara decorated with lots of emeralds, topaz, diamonds and Aquamarine
Lifetime supply of Champagne and Caviar
And a custom made Versace gown
+
Super exclusive vintage Jimmy Choo sandals.
And the list goes on…………
What are your parents? milionaires??
i got uggs and a coach purse (that was all)
I am wondering what I could hope to get selling some jewelry. I have a key shaped pendant which is 10k yellow gold with a .5 carat lab created emerald and .06 total carat weight of diamond accent. it’s on an 18" 10k yellow gold chain. I believe the list price is $200, but I can’t find the website I saw that on and I looked it up so long ago. I also have some silver jewelry which I don’t know the specifics on. Among them are a sterling silver necklace with a 16" chain and 4 cubic zirconiums (which i know are not worth anything really) and a sterling silver cross light weight on a 20" chain. I also have a class ring which is I believve white gold with an aquamarine and 2 small diamond accents but I’m not positive and the website is down for me to check. I paid over $300 for it.
I’m not looking for an exact number, just a ballpark of what to expect so I don’t get too badly cheated.
with gold jewelry, you need to give us the weight. Lab created gemstones don’t have much of a re-sale value. If you sell it to a pawn broker, expect to only get 15 to 20% of what you initially paid for. If you sell it privately or on ebay, you might get a bit more.
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