I was inspired to share a thought or two about the history of jewelry. I saw an article that photographed six lady’s hands. They were elderly ladies, and each had a different story to tell about the pieces they were wearing.
As an artist and designer, I love creating jewelry that will bring happiness to the owner. But my husband likes to say, “You create heirloom pieces.” Perhaps that is true. Because often times, jewelry is lovingly passed on. And the style of the pieces we select, tell something about us. Do you love a small intricate pendant, and one that is not too showy? Or do you want a rich vibrant color that makes you smile because it is so intense. You may be the person that loves art and wants a piece that is out of the ordinary. Your personal style reflects much about the way you relate to the world.
Was any of your beautiful jewelry collection passed down to you from a family member? As a jewelry appraiser, I got to hear wonderful stories of the love a person had for their mother, or aunt or grandmother. That connection alone made the piece sentimental and treasured. Or it reflected a warm memory of the character of the person, whether they were flamboyant, sweet, or strong and beautiful.
In some instances, the history of the pieces could be traced to royalty, with intrigue as to how they came to be in the family. On one occasion, the treasured cameos were only revealed on their mother’s death bed, and with no explanation! The imagination could run wild!
My mom’s best friend was Polly, who was so special to me I called her my second mom. I remember long summer days when we would go visit Polly, and she would pull out her jewelry box and tell us the stories behind the jewelry, whose it was before it came to her, or what the occasion was, or why she loved it. History! Our lives as told through our jewelry!
What stories do you have to tell?
Enjoyed the article Vicki, brings back one memory of your mother… I’m guessing I was in jr high when this happened anyway she had a ring that I loved. For some reason she loaned it to me to wear and much as I treasured it I somehow lost it. I remember the agony of finally owning up to the fact. She was disappointed obviously but didn’t get mad or mention it again except in joking still remember just what it looked like…loved that woman!
Bev, I had never heard that story. Thank you for sharing. It is nice to have those memories, and to recall how mom really was a sweetie. I can just imagine the twinkle in her eye when she would tease you too!