I don’t come from a big jewelry family. I own one diamond, and it’s in my mother’s engagement ring, which I treasure and wear on my right hand. Other than that, my jewelry is the fun variety—mostly cool earrings that I usually forget to wear. I come by this “whatever” attitude about jewelry honestly. My mother went through a phase of making necklaces and earrings by wrapping colored contact paper around paperclips and stringing them together. (Yes, this is the same mother who planted plastic flowers in our garden. She was one of a kind).
I bet all of you have jewelry stories, though, and I hope you’ll share them here.
If you’re new to Story Weekend, here’s how it works: I pick a theme and you share something from your life that relates to that theme, however you interpret it. Thanks to all of you who’ve been contributing. As always, there are a few “rules”:
▪ The story must be true
▪ Try to keep it under 100 words. Embrace the challenge! That’s about six or seven lines in the comment form. I want others to read your story, and most people tend to skip if it’s too long. I know how tough it is to “write tight” but I hope you’ll accept this as a challenge.
▪ Avoid offensive language.
Have a good weekend, everyone!