What I remember most about my mother’s jewelry box was the glamour!
When I was six years old, one of my favorite treats was sitting next to my mother and watching her sort through her jewelry. She would pick out individual pieces and tell me stories about where she bought them, or when my father gave her a certain brooch or pair of earrings, or a time she wore a particular piece and where she went. I loved the dazzling colors — white, blue, red, green, and more! The stones sparkled brightly and I longed for the day when I could wear such fabulous jewelry! Then, as I went through my teen years, I began to realize that a good part of my mom’s cache was fake — just costume jewelry she’d picked up here and there.
When I was 30, my mom passed away and the jewelry box became mine. More than three years passed before I could open and look inside. What a treasure! Each fabulous fake brought back a story that my mom shared with me — and a precious memory of sitting next to her and hearing her stories. To me, that box of costume jewelry holds the most precious creations the world has ever seen.