So I’m still in the midst of going through my stuff to figure out what to put out at the yard sale. Yes, I’m still talking about the yard sale. It’s like stressing me out man. Gird your loins – tomorrow’s post may be about yard sales too!
So as I’m searching for stuff (oh the irony…shouldn’t I be tripping over stuff to get rid of, isn’t that why one signs-up for a yard sale? ok, maybe it’s not irony, maybe it’s just stupidity), I find some of my old silver bracelets. They remind me of a funny store. Funny for me to tell and you to hear. Not so funny for my husband who thought it was a gift and now it’s a funny story. We must all sacrifice to the blog gods.
When we were first dating, way back when, his gift giving was,in a word, sucky. Full disclosure on my part – so was mine. Except mine was sucky because I had no money, ever. My parents had dropped me off at college with $5 and a smile. This guy always had a job and so he always had cash (that and his good looks were hard to ignore). The first gift giving we did was at Christmas. I gave him…nothing. He gave me a beautiful pair of Onyx and silver earrings. I was floored. They were amazing. They were also the last good gift I’d get for years.
I hear him out there in the universe objecting, fist in air, outraged. Need I remind him of the beautiful bracelet shaped box I got for my birthday with a PEN inside. A pen. Who knew a 23-year-old could retire from no job. Or the pair of shoes I got in the wrong size? Note to all you single men out there – unless you’re prince charming, don’t get your gal shoes.
Then came my favorite attempt of all time. I call it – The Great Silver Dump of 1995. He asked what I’d like for Christmas. I said I’d love any kind of silver jewelry. I was hoping he’d pick out a ring, a bracelet, a necklace that he thought was perfect for me. Something that would remind me of him every time I wore it.
What I got was 4 silver bracelets, 2 rings, 3 pairs of earrings and 1 necklace. 10 boxes of silver jewelry. It was like he robbed a store. I just kept opening box after box after box. It was hysterical. I wore every single piece for years (and years) (and years), until I lost them or broke them or displaced them.
Here’s 3 of the bracelets from my bounty that survived. They will not be at the yard sale.
and because I know you’re nosey like me – here’s the jewelry box I found them in. It was a gift to my mother from my grandmother. It was either given to me by my mother, or I saw it at my mom’s and decided to take it. One of those things happened. Who can remember details.