Gold plated bangles with the commandment stamped in - simple and go with everything. An improved version of the original set that started this project. Best worn in a set with all 10 commandments to wear the ones you want to focus on that day. Available in a circumference of 8.25 inches (small) and 9.1 inches (medium). You can see the translation of each bangle here.
By Amy Preiser
The commandments are calling out to me. Literally. I am wearing 3 slim gold commandment bracelets on
my left wrist, next to a fitness tracker bracelet that buzzes after every 30 minutes I stay sedentary. The
adjacent gold bracelets have turned the light vibration into a clanging -- almost like an old-fashioned,
jittery phone, shaking as it rings off the hook.
What used to be a simple reminder of "Hey, you should go walk around a bit" has turned into "Hey! Are
you making sure not to covet? Have you honored your parents enough today? What about adultery?
That's not happening, RIGHT?"
Like I said. They're calling out to me.
I start to pretend that just like my fitness tracker knows when I am sitting still too long, the bracelets knew
when I am, say, out admiring purses and sneakers way above my price range but well within my covet-range. Or when I screen a call from my parents (not very honorable), I imagine the bangles joining forces
with my tracker, clanging together as if to say "GOTCHA!"
So I take some preventative measures. When I shout about work stress to my dad on the phone, I call
back and apologize. When a stranger at Whole Foods tries to catch my eye as I'm picking out vitamins,
I look away quickly and turn my attention to finding vitamins for my husband (everyone knows nothing
fights adultery like b12's). It feels noble and slightly easy to actively fight there two temptations, but then
again I'm a newlywed who lives 3,000 miles from her parents: these are the two easiest ones to follow.
Coveting proves to be the most difficult. I find myself standing at the window of my favorite activewear
store, admiring not only the leggings but also the mannequin in them. I want to be head-to-toe in the most
comfortable flattering spandex, I think. I want my legs to look like that. I want to be admired. I am actively
coveting the life of a mannequin. I do not want to be caught here by my bracelets. Really, by anyone.
So I just keep walking. I may not be able to stop every impulse in its tracks but I can stop the feeling from
staying still too long.