Cartridge cufflinks

These cufflinks are made from actual fired 7.76mm cartridge cases, and are, I suppose, limited edition (in that 20 sets were made for sale, for charity, and sold to friends). Although they can definitely be described as 'novelty' in the most obvious sense, they are probably understated enough to be unselfconsciously worn (if you're the sort that is concerned with such things, which I don't recommend). I think they are a superb idea - and not very difficult to actually make for yourself if the inclination, resources and time happened to favourably coincide.

I personally approve entirely of unique, outlandish and downright louche cufflinks. They are, after all, the most subtle yet permissible subversion we are allowed within the man's uniform. As I am not one for pocket squares in any shape or form (except perhaps a simple white square on very special occasions), and my ties are broadly conservative (stripes, paisleys, one or two tartans, one or two solids, one or two polka dots), cufflinks are really the only outlet of individualism I have left myself. As a result, I enjoy them to the fullest extent, and propose that you do the same.

"Nicky Haslam says cufflinks are common. I don't listen to him. He says everything is common. I think it's common to say things are common."
- Jeremy Hackett

Self-determination theory

A sense of reinvigoration overcomes me. Recent weeks and months have revealed in me a restlessness, an unusually positive dissatisfaction that refreshes my soul. Although my footsteps are harrowed by the same shadows they have always been, these stark figures are, for the time being, rendered distant and indistinct. A determination to fill my days, to exercise, to tear myself away from self-imposed solitude, brings the coming days into sharp focus. With concrete opportunities in my grasp and a firm handle on what is to come, I can push out my chest and greet the future with an eager stoicism the like of which I have rarely felt within myself. I am standing at my own, highly personal frontier, ready at last to sally forth and abandon the comfort and safety of my meticulously constructed but ultimately self-defeating redoubt. Amat victoria curam.