Thursday, March 8, 2012

Linking Up: Show Off Your Pretty

You know those Pretty things that you were SO excited to get at the time, but in hindsight are far more valuable for the memories associated with it?


Today I'm participating only six days late in the "Show Off Your Bling" link-up of my Invisible Internet Friend Amy, not because I want to show off my worldly possessions but because Ms. Amy is wonderful, and you should be reading her. The idea is to tell the story behind a significant piece of jewelry to you, so here goes . . .

On the Wasp SATs (thank you, Waspy Redhead, for that delicious phrase), Tiffany is to a Southern California girl of a certain vintage as David Yurman is to a Texan. It is the foundation jewelry around which we base our outfits, and we would no sooner leave the house without it than we would go without decent highlights.

This all seemed terribly important to me back in 2003, when I was set to graduate law school, turn 25, and somehow (gulp) Figure Out My Life. It was a heady time, full of promise and the immense relief of being done with school - slash - horror of Bar study. In honor of my graduating, my late grandmother generously gave me a small check - which seemed a princely sum at that student time - and told me to head to Tiffany and pick something out.

Tiffany! Like any woman raised on Audrey Hepburn and Elle Woods, I was star-struck by that special shade of blue and the sterling silver treasures that those perfect little boxes contained. I didn't own any Tiffany - or any "fancy" jewelry at all, for that matter - hailing as I do from a long line of sturdy, practical sorts who don't put much stock in that sort of thing, if you can believe it.

I spent hours poring over my catalog, dreaming about which treasure to select. What you see above is the end result - it's just a simple silver necklace, but oh, what a big deal it was back then.

I don't wear this much anymore, but when I do I'm proud - proud of having completed a degree that was difficult and entirely outside my comfort zone, when I'd wanted to quit a thousand times over. I'm grateful to my late grandmother, my fellow pink sheep of the family who also enjoyed the Pretty things in life.

Isn't that what Pretty is about, after all - the good memories of people and experiences which make us better than we are?

Anyone else have a gem of a story (AHAHAHA) (Sorry) (No, really - that was awful, I get it) (Parentheses) to share? Head on over to Forever 29 . . .

4 comments:

ms. mindless said...

I love your Tiffany story! My favorite aunt gave me my first Tiffany item as a sweet 16 present. It was the Venetian link bracelet. I still wear it. I don't have a lot of Tiffany, but that bracelet is my favorite piece, mostly for the memory of opening it amidst a room of shrieking friends and how much I love my aunt.

Amy @ Forever 29 said...

Your Tiffany is oh so pretty! I only have one piece as well...when Mr. finally succumbed to my "I want a blue box!" nagging. What a nice thing to remind you of your Grandmother and your accomplishment! And thanks as always for the sweet words, my Imaginary Internet Friend!

Preppy Delight said...

I love this post! I feel the same way about my first piece of Tiffany Jewelry, the 1837 interlocking circles pendant. There's just something so special about your first little blue box!

The Shabby Princess said...

I loved that WASP SAT question, as, for another California turned Texan, that is SO TRUE. CA=Tiffany. TX=DY. Why wasn't I given a practice test when I moved here?

I got my first Tiffany from my nanny (yes, yuck it up, I had a nanny) for my sweet 16. A simple bracelet that I wore for special occasions and my wedding day. It's banged up and not so fancy, but, it came with that little blue box. And a lot of love.

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