i like silver but i can't wear it, something about my body chemistry tarnishes it right away.
the first time i wore silver jewelry i was a kid, maybe 7 or 8. it was crucifix my grandma B had given my father & he had given to me. the cross was made of silver & Jesus was made of gold. so being a crucifix & all there were religious connotations then add on the sentimental value of being past down from generation to generation.
the very first morning i woke up after sleeping with the necklace on, it was black. i thought what any kid would think:
that i was a child of the devil
damien & i were kin
i think i even cried
i cleaned as best i could & put it away, so no one could see it.
it wasn't until years later when i blackened another piece of jewelry & someone told me it was tarnish, from my skin reacting with the metal.
it was great to find out i wasn't satan's spawn.