Wednesday, April 7, 2010
A couple weeks ago, I found an amazing bracelet. A rose gold-toned panel bracelet engraved with the name of each family member - "Mother, Daddy, Frances, Esther . . . " I was so excited about it that within my first 12 hours of ownership I photographed it and decided to wear it out on a thrifting adventure. While getting ready around the house that morning, it fell off. I picked it back up and the rational part of me said: "OK this is proof that this doesn't fit you. This clasp is trouble. You need to adjust it before you can wear it." But the stubborn part of me said: "Just wear it. It is amazing." So I put it back on and guess what? Somehow, somewhere in the course of the next hour I lost it for good.
I feel terrible that something survived so long in the care of many owners and then I lost it. Just sick about it. I'm forcing myself to remember the pain, though, so that I won't be reckless again. I thought I would share the pain with you, too, and also this moral: Don't wear beautiful jewelry that you think might fall off. Just don't do it.
Posted by Jean Jean Vintage at 9:54 AM