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My avatar definitely wears more jewellery than I do irl, lol
On the other hand, I tend towards the draconic behavior with jewellery that's pretty: I collect it, and hoard it into treasure piles. And never actually wear it; just take it out periodically and gloat over owning it.
Garage sales and estate sales are the favorite hunting grounds for new prizes.
Maybe one new piece a year or so, not a very fast accumulation, but then occasional gifts or inheritances pad out the collection.
Which all stays as unworn collections.
But... it's so fun to open a jewellery box and pull out each piece and tell over its story! (oh, this belonged to mom's maternal grandmother, she played bridge with friends for money, and one of the women she played with who lost a lot and owed her a rather substational amount, ran out of pin-money and gave her the necklace to wipe out the IOUs. Oh, this bracelet was commissioned from an artist by a work colleague of my great uncle, who was a philanderer and wanted something to appease his wife with. Unfortunately, between when he commissioned the bracelet and the time it was completed, his wife got fed up and left him. He didn't need the bracelet any more and sold it to my great uncle for pennies on the dollar, so my great uncle bought it and gifted it to his daughter, my father's cousin, as a graduation gift for her. She never had children and so when she died it went to our branch of the family. Oh, that tiny ring belonged to my grandfather's aunt; she had one arm and hand that never grew very well because she was born with her umbilical cord wrapped around it, and it never quite recovered. So she wore child-sized jewellery on that arm and hand all her life, and needed specially made gloves because her hands were two different sizes. When she died, I was the only girl in the family still young enough that my hands were small enough to fit the ring, so it ended up with me. Oh, this set of shoe clips was from the 1890s when that branch of the family was first immigrating to the US, and they couldn't exactly bring all their wealth the normal way or it would have been seized at the border. So they converted most of their money into costume pieces, some of which had real stones smuggled into them, and pretended they weren't immigrants at all, they were an international dance troupe coming to do a simple tour of the US. Most of the costume pieces with smuggled real stones were immediately broken up and sold after they got to the States, but the shoe buckles didn't have any real stones in them at all, so they were kept. Etc.)
The stories are enough. It's like a mini memory box.
You don't have to actually wear them...
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