**I signed up for a class with Ali Edwards over on Big Picture Scrapbooking. During the class I’ll blog some of my stories. The class makes a scrapbook of each of the 31 days, but I signed up more for the practice of writing and blogging again.**
I admire jewelry on other women. Love all that glitters and looks pretty. But I’m not a big jewelry person. Perhaps I never really developed the talent or the habit for it. Sometimes I wish I were better at accessorizing.
In highschool I had a “T” that I wore a lot (it was the 80′s that was big back then). I wore my class ring faithfully all senior year. But a year or so after highschool that feels silly.
I begged for years to get my ears pierced. My Mom made me wait until I was 12. She reluctantly took me after my birthday. My Mom never had her ears pierced. I remember the owner of the local jewelry store telling me that it was OK, blondes don’t bleed much. Now I seldom wear earrings. Maybe for special occassions. And then I usually pay for it with a couple of days of puffy ears.
I don’t really remember my Mom wearing jewelry. Except the ugly red (huge) ring I bought her for Mother’s Day once. She’d wear it occassionally so I knew it was as special as I thought it was. I had a couple of those “special” rings of my own while my kids were growing up. I really don’t remember any of the women in my family wearing jewelry. Or at least much of it.
My daughters are on the other end of the spectrum. They both have a talent for choosing the right necklace and earrings. And they are always bejeweled. My oldest daughter started selling jewelry and I had a couple shopping sprees, to show my support. I am still feeling a bit inept at the whole thing. But now I have a display of jewelry on my bedroom wall. And I wish they were around sometimes to tell me if I’m choosing the right necklace.