I visited my jewelry today…
Three and a half years ago I moved to the Jersey Shore. Downsizing and heading off into a new life… a different life… an exciting life. Knowing I wouldn’t need many of my old possessions, I hired a company to liquidate most of my belongings… including a lot of jewelry.
I remember sitting on my bed spreading out the gold, silver, and sparkles. I didn’t have many valuable pieces… well at least not monetarily… but definitely high in sentimental value. First round of decisions was easy. I looked at each piece and asked myself, “Have I worn this piece in the past few years? Will I ever wear it again? Does it have any sentimental value? Would someone else like it better?” After that process I was left with a much smaller pile, which I then asked, “If my house burned to the ground, would I be sad if I lost this piece?” It was amazing how many pieces didn’t make the final cut.
I placed what little remained in small boxes and bags… gathered them together in one tote bag and hand carried it to my new home. Where it sat in my closet until today.
I was searching for my passport… which I think needs updating before my summer travel… when I spotted the makeshift jewelry tote tucked in the corner of the closet.
On a day-to-day basis I have worn the same jewelry for more than ten years. Occasionally swapping a piece or two out for more upscale events, or adding a bracelet or two when needed. I haven’t seen the items in this bag since I moved here. My first thought was, “Don’t open the tote. Either tuck the bag back in the closet, or give it to one of your daughters to sell. Whatever you do… don’t open the tote!” Of course… I opened the tote and spread its contents across my bed. I remember the last question I asked myself before stowing the jewelry away… “If my house burned to the ground, would I be sad if I lost this piece?” My curiosity piqued… I wanted to see what I thought was so precious three and a half years ago.
I am so glad I looked. I slowly fondled the 18” strand of pearls I purchased MYSELF on a whim… such a bold move for me! I smiled at my childhood silver charm bracelet… the one with the lie detector charm. The pearl bracelet my mom gave me as a graduation gift… the flat disc charm no longer attached. I slipped my high school ring on my pinky finger and wondered why I kept it. The hand hammered silver band with the heart cut out… my first piece of jewelry I ever made!!! One by one I sorted through the pile and remembered why each was spared. Until my eye landed on this one specific bracelet.
It’s just a piece of lime green linen cord… with dainty beads and baubles tied around haphazardly… and held on the wrist with a coil of silver wire. In reality it’s not a very pretty piece, and I doubt I will ever wear it again. I held it up to the light and my heart did a little flip… a smile spread across my face. Warm fuzzy feelings crept through my body… and I didn’t have a clue as to why. I know I purchased the bracelet myself, but I can’t remember where or when… and I really didn’t know why I was filled with happy, bubbly emotions all of a sudden. No clue at all.
Eventually I slipped it on my wrist. Turning my hand back and forth so the sunlight glinted off the beads… the secret was finally revealed. As silly as this sounds, I kept this bracelet because… the last time I wore it the day turned to magic.
I remember clearly now… I was strolling down the street with a girlfriend, the sun was shining, we were laughing… then my cell phone rang. As I raised my hand with the phone, the beads caught the sunlight and sent rays of color shooting from my wrist. The call was from a dear friend which made my heart skip a beat. My smile was so wide it hurt. It was a perfect moment.
I was startled to realize my body reacted to the sight of this bracelet, before my brain could catch up. As the fog began to lift I remember where and when I purchased it in the first place. I bought it at a cute little store in Arkansas… supporting a local artist.
If my house burnt to the ground, would I have missed this piece of jewelry? To be honest, no. I had forgotten all about it in just a few years. However… wasn’t it wonderful I had enough sense to save it…and found it today and re-lived the moment???
It was fun visiting my jewelry. I tucked it all neatly back into the tote, and shoved it into a corner… to be discovered again in a few more years… kind of like a time capsule!