
My love affair with enormous finger adornments all started with this mother-of-pearl and plastic ring I got a while back:

When you start to accumulate three, four, five, of the same item and constantly find yourself slipping one on before heading out the door, then you know it's your new style staple. Here's one in faux smoky quartz that I have yet to purchase:

Though terribly uncomfortable, I wear this colorful vintage "plate" ring when I want to evoke the blindingly yellow South American summer day feel of a Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel:

There's three things I like: 1) picking my nose, 2) large rings made out of un-precious stones, 3) doing #1 while wearing #2.