From Grandmother's Diamond to Tomorrow's Heirloom
There's a particular kind of jewelry that sits in velvet boxes all across Downeast Maine. Maybe it's tucked into asock drawer. Maybe it's in a safe deposit box you visit twice a year. Maybe it's in your jewelry armoire, in the littlecompartment you open only when you're feeling tender.
It's the ring your grandmother wore. Or the pendant your mother passed down. Or the bracelet from the aunt whoshaped you. And it's beautiful — but you don't wear it. Because the style doesn't feel like you. Because the setting isworn. Because you're afraid to lose it. Because it feels too precious to risk.
Friend, I am here to tell you: that jewelry was never meant to live in a box. It was meant to live on you.
