Saturday, June 25, 2011

Anatomy of a Jewelry Box

This is my jewelry box... well part of it. I was unpacking and reorganizing it when I realized how much of my life all of this represents and how many stories it all tells.



Front and center: Engagement ring, and wedding ring. Placed in the box Jimmy had monogrammed with my new initials when he proposed.


To the right of that: Gold Charm necklace. This I made while we were on our honeymoon in New Orleans at The Bead Shop. It has a gold disk on it with our wedding date and our initials, as well as a key, a gold feather and a heart.


Top Center: Satin Flower. I wore two of these in my hair on my wedding day. There's no telling where other one could be.



All Around: Earrings. I have so many earrings in which I've gotten over the years, and were given to me as gifts. I love looking at all these thinking about where I've worn them, and where I got them. I've got them in all sizes, but lately have been wearing the big, round ones a lot.



Center: Other Rings. My wonderful ring collection. I still have weird, plastic, beachy rings, my class ring, rings passed down from Mom and Nana... my lovely costume rings that use to dorn my left hand pre-engagment and silver rings that used to be really in, that are now waaay tarnished.



Second drawer, on the right: Real, REAL pearls. My mother gave these to me as a gift when I graduated college. One of the few real things in this box. I treasure these, and rarely feel as if my clothes are good enough to match.



Right to the left of the pearls: A gold sapphire necklace. This is a little treasure that Jimmy got me one year for my birthday. I forgot about this and was excited to re-discover it.


Third drawer: Chunky bracelets. Love my bracelets. I got a new one while on Honeymoon, then two more gold bengals on sale at the mall. It appears I'm into gold now, which I never thought possible.

I can't talk jewelry without talking these: My grandmother's earrings. I always would sneak in Nana's room and clip these sparkly suckers on while growing up. I remember them being a lot bigger when I was little, but wasn't everything? When my Nana passed and my mother cared about treasuring her real jewels, I cared about these. They are the only thing I asked for. I got a few other things, but these... these are good.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

To Tweet on the Honeymoon: Weird or Expected?

We're halfway through 2011. Times have changed. The world is fueled by social media. I check my Twitter feed like ten times before I even get out of the bed.

Tonight Jimmy mentioned that the brewery for my favorite beer was located in New Orleans. I got really excited, but what's sad is that I immediately thought about being able to "check-in" at really super fun places -- like the Abita brewery.

Omg. I'm lame-o.

Really?

It IS my honeymoon. I should disconnect. I should leave my phone turned off.

However.

It's New Orleans -- not Fiji. It's a few states away. We won't be on an island. We'll be on Bourbon Street. And I refuse to not have my phone with me for safety reasons. Yeah, safety reasons.

My phone... it's an addiction. I don't mean to sound like the commercial but if you don't have an iPhone you don't understand. I know, snob. It's life-changing. I have fears about my phone falling in water all the time. I think a friend recently looked at me funny when I stepped away from a fountain while texting... eventhough I wasn't standing that close.

I'm getting palpatations just thinking about it.

So the point is... I need to deal with my addiction while in New Orleans.

Can I tweet on my honeymoon?

I know what you're going to say.

You're going to say... I'm extra lame-o for wanting to be on my phone when I should be spending quality time with my new husband.

To that I say... I knooooowwwwwww.

Ugh.