Today is my mother's birthday. I wish I were still in MN to celebrate with her at the surprise party my siblings are throwing for her tonight, but I'm back here in LA.
While home last week, I scored a few great pieces at my favorite vintage store. But nothing compared to my mom's charm bracelets I found in her jewelry box which she let me "borrow".
I say "borrow" in quotation marks because like most daughters when we see something of our mother's we usually just take, er I mean appropriate, er, I mean we love them so much because they come from our mothers we just have to keep them. :)
But in this case, my mother really laid down the law and didn't just let me take she let me borrow and wants to know when they're coming back. These charm bracelets - both the gold and silver versions were made, over time and with much love and care, for my mother by her mother. So I can understand why they are so special to her.
The gold one is the more personal moments from her earlier life: there's an engraved medallion for each time she was beauty queen at whatever dance, her sorority pin, my father's fraternity and collegiate club pins, her father's high school ring, a silhouette of each one of her 6 kids with their birth dates engraved on the back...while the silver one is way more whimsical with just cute objects or maybe a momento from a destination travelled to by one of her aunts or her mother: Mexico, Nice, San Francisco.
I remember loving them as a kid, I examined them for hours. Since I've returned I've been wearing them, one or the other - the silver with my watch and Je t'aime bracelet on my left wrist.
Or the gold one with my Grace Lee gold cuff and black diamond bracelet on my right. I love the old with the new, and I LOVE the jingly jangle noise they make when I move my arm. How will I ever give them back?!
Happy birthday Mom! I love you.