Jewelry box sold to me as an herb box. It's the blues and whites that appeal to me--I've always had blue bedrooms, in every house I've ever lived in. Reminds me of traveling, reminds me that I don't have to be grounded in a way that's limiting. I can house or nest, but keep my head in the clouds or thinking of the next thing to do.
Since it's small too, I don't feel tempted to buy more jewelry. My mother's mother collected charms, wore charm bracelets and you could hear her coming. She exclusively wore navy, black, and browns too. I imagine her sometimes and think about having some kind of "signature" piece, having something that's distinctly me. I wonder if that's still a practice in our culture or if it's somehow compromising to have a "thing" be a part of your identity, but there's something romantic or alluring about the idea of being "herd" coming.
I'd love to see
these necklaces popping out of the drawers.
Published on April 23, 2011 06:40