j is for jewelry

Perhaps jewelry has always inspired me. If I think really hard, I believe I can trace this love all the way back to its origin... As a little girl, I would sit wide-eyed in front of my mom's jewelry box, pulling out the long strings of beads, trying on sparkly brooches and stick pins. It was a treasure box with this unique, yet familiar, smell. If I were to uncover it even now, the scent would take me back to the age of 7 or 8, when Mandi and I loved nothing more than searching through the endless bracelets and necklaces.

I doubt that I thought this as a child, but now, as I sit here, I can’t help imagining where those pieces of jewelry went with my mom. Which bracelet accompanied her on her very first date? Which necklace hung around her neck on the day she graduated college? Which pieces were with her most often? And, were any of them passed down from generations past? Perhaps she recalls some of these answers. Maybe others have been lost to the winds of time, victims of imperfect memories and busied minds that are forced to hold onto the more pressing details of life.

In any case, my love of jewelry took root there...during those moments, those afternoons of exploring the treasures within her white leather box. Then, all throughout elementary school, my sister and I made bracelets...brightly colored bangles of beads strung on white elastic or knotted friendship bracelets that were crafted from embroidery floss. High school brought an obsession with beads and left me with more jewelry-making supplies than one girl could possibly need.

When Mandi started her current job of product photographer for a vintage jewelry business, earrings and necklaces became everyday topics of conversation once again. And, interestingly enough, the love of jewelry returned us to the spot where it all began. The old jewelry box was dusted off, and now it’s not uncommon to see one of mom’s old bracelets dangling sweetly on Mandi’s wrist.


Rach said…
Oh I love the bracelet! I got into jewelry making too thanks to Michaels! Haha. But yours is much more original with the one of a kind stones! Very cute. This post also reminds me of the fashion philosophy that you told me once: "It's okay if your outfit is plain as long as you spice it up with some funky jewelry." :)
Roo said…
Ok, since you mentioned me and the job, I must advertise: www.raefieldjewelrydesigns.com
I have to say that jewelry has become the latest thing for me to collect and search for when I go to tag sales. But don't worry y'all, I still love shoe collecting the best!
A.G. Lewis said…
If i were to be honest, which i favor over the guises of deception, i would here and now admit that when i was a kid, i too enjoyed looking through my mother's jewlery box. A pin from her mother. A necklace from her grandmother. The Irwin family seal conveniently pin sized. But i looked at them differently than you do. I was a boy. To me they were secret treasures hidden away where only our family could find them. Every time my mom would take out the box, it was like opening a trove of wealth. Pirates only wished they had what we did. Our house is fortunately land locked. There will be no ships coming broadside to plunder our fortune.

Great bracelet, Heath.
lindsey said…
OK that is my bracelet!!! Unless you made more than one that are IDENTICAL to that one...that is the exact one that I own. Every time I wear it I get compliments. :) Also, what happened to jellyfish?
Pixie Ears said…
Yup, Linz....it is your bracelet! :) And, jellyfish proved too tricky using the limited amount of time I've found myself with lately. Nevertheless they do inspire me. As do journals and junk.
Anonymous said…
As the second male to comment on this entry I confess that I too had a love of rummaging around Mom's or Nana's jerewly boxes.
I would dig through the mounds of feminie paraphernalia and hope to behold Papa's or Dave's rings. I would marvel at the size of those rings and secretly wonder how hands could ever grow to be so big. I would wonder if, one day, I would be a man like they were. What was spoken into my life was the concept that these rings would be mine someday and with that the hope that I would be a man like them.
Somehow rings always gave me a source of confidence in high school. Those non precious metal rings I would wear somehow ignited a fire of self confidence I would never have felt otherwise.

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