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Compass bracelet resting on a pale stone
Compass bracelet laid flat, turquoise, tiger's eye and white shell with a baroque pearl on gold chain
Compass bracelet worn on the wrist
Compass bracelet worn, hand in the hair
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Compass — Bracelet

Sale price$49.00

For the week where nothing is landing and you keep going anyway.

Turquoise has been carried on long journeys for four thousand years, which tells you something true about what people reach for when the road is uncertain. Tiger's eye catches at every angle, the way light does off hard ground, with a baroque pearl held at the center.

What it gives you is direction without distance. A compass does not shorten the journey or promise the weather. It only ever does one thing, which is point — and on the days you cannot see ahead, that turns out to be enough.

You are not lost. You are in the middle of it. Those are not the same thing.

Details

  • Chain length: 190–220 mm, adjustable
  • Chain width: 4.7 mm
  • Baroque pearl: 19–22 mm long, 14–15 mm wide

Materials

  • Baroque pearl — freshwater, naturally irregular, with a soft iridescent surface. Each pearl unique in form and luster.
  • Natural stone — turquoise and tiger's eye beads with organic color variation. Smooth, cool to the touch.
  • 18K gold plated eco-brass — responsibly sourced brass. Lightweight, durable, polished gold finish.

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Compass bracelet resting on a pale stone
Compass — Bracelet Sale price$49.00
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