ode to heirlooms...

...and the memories they bring forth

today is the day my grandmother was born - back in the late 1800's... of course, she's no longer with us - having died many years ago... but she left behind many pieces of jewelry for my mother to enjoy and hence for me too...

my mother as well - inherited the very same love of jewelry... she has box upon box in drawer after drawer - of every conceivable kind of thing you could possibly wear - for every kind of occassion... she can get matchy - matchy if you so choose, too... or be very subtle... i would imagine mom could go a full year or more without duplicating a single piece every day if she wore it all - that is a lot of jewelry... it's kind of how i feel about shoes - but that's a whole other topic!

this piece belonged to mom when she was a teen - it was all the rage back then to have these precious, delicate things with tiny flowers and pretty pastel gems on either side to showcase the color... i don't remember how it came to be in my hands already - since mom is still around. i probably borrowed it at some point and it remained with me... pieces like this just don't exist anymore do they? the individual handpainting and care taken... everything seems to be factory made... such a treasure - pure remembrances - always make for...

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happy day.....