October’s child is born for woe,
And life’s vicissitudes must know,
But lay an opal on her breast,
And hope will lull those woes to rest.
My birthday is in November, but I always wished I was born the month before. Why? Because then my birthstone would have been the opal.
In 1870, Tiffany published poems to go along with each stone. And whether you were born in the tenth month or not, one thing is for certain: with a pair of opal(ish) earrings grazing your collarbone, your “what should I wear” woes will certainly be lulled to rest.