By Mary Jo
The idea for this post came from chatting on our private loop about jewelry with special meaning for us, and it sounded like a fun blog topic.
Personally, I've never been particularly interested in classic jewelry like diamonds and strings of pearls. I like bright shinys, but the jewelry that interests me most is usually old or ethnic or funky–and the pieces generally come with stories.
I've always loved interwining lines of Celtic art and Viking (and Arabic) art, in illuminated manuscripts or stone memorial crosses or jewelry. I have a number of Celtic pins like the bronze one below, and I wear them on coats, sweaters, jackets, whatever. But the brooch at the right above really grabbed me. In the summer of 2018, several Wenches went to the UK to participate in the RNA conference, Wench Nicola being the president that year. We had a great time, and after, Pat and I and our husbands (the IT Guy and the Mayhem Consultant, respectively <G>) flew north to visit the archipelagos of Orkney and Shetland
In Orkney, I saw a promotional brochure with this brooch on the cover and my antenna 
shot straight up. Our wonderful guide, Lorna Brown, said the shop was directly opposite St, Magnus' Cathedral in Kirkwall, so after admiring the cathedral, Pat and I crossed the street. I looked in the jewelry case and saw this piece and pulled out my credit card. (I got a discount on the brooch by showing the brochure, which was nice–sterling silver designer jewelry does not come cheap.) The brooch looks goldish in the picture, but it's sterling silver.
The piece is by native Orkney designer Ola Gorie. Her collections incorporate wonderful elements of Orcadian and Scottish history: Viking, Celtic, modern Scottish, and much more.
This Alskog brooch was inspired by an 11th century saddle found on Alskog, Sweden, so it is most wonderfully Viking. It fascinates me. When I look at it, I remember that wonderful visit to Orkney–and think about the book I'm writing now. <G> I could tell stories about lots more pieces I love, but now I let others have their turn!
Nicola here:
A few years ago I inherited a bar brooch from my godmother. She had always been very 
proud of it and referred it as “my ruby brooch” and would tell the story of how her husband had given it to her in the early days of their marriage and bought it at the poshest department store in their local town.
I don’t wear bar brooches but I wanted to keep it as a special memento so I decided to have it made into a ring. (I LOVE rings!) I took it along to a jewellers and told them the story behind it, and also said I doubted it could be a real ruby as it was quite big but I’d never wanted to say that to my godmother. They agreed with me, and said that if it was real I’d need a bodyguard when I wore it because it would be so valuable.
It was no surprise to any of us that when they tested it, it wasn’t a ruby but a piece of red glass! Nevertheless, I decided to go ahead and have it made into a ring as a reminder of my lovely godmother and the story of her “Ruby” brooch, and at least I can wear it without worrying I might lose or damage something expensive!
Pat:
I love jewelry, but I’ve never inherited any as some of the other wenches have. Instead, I’m always picking up pretty pieces as a souvenir and never remember from where. But I do have one gift piece that is special to me.
When IT Guy and I were very young, we were extremely poor. He’d been drafted and was sitting on an isolated mountain top in Korea, staring at missile heads pointing at him. I had a baby at home and was attempting to get by on a minimum wage job as—get this—a credit manager. We had to give up our apartment and our college education when he was drafted. I had to move back home with my newly divorced mom. We existed on hope and love
But when my birthday rolled around, this beautiful watch arrived. My beloved remembered that I have a tiny wrist and could only wear children’s buckle-type watch bands, which I loathed. (This was before the days of removable links!)
The only watch he could find that would fit was this one with tiny diamond chips in it. He saved every meager penny he had for months to buy this. I wore it with love and pride for decades, until a watch cleaner lost one of the hands and replaced it with one my fading eyes couldn’t read. I eventually had to retire it to my jewelry box and buy a battery operated one, now that bands are easily fitted, but my beautiful diamond watch still runs!
Anne here. It's so interesting to see how many wenches love their Celtic designs — and I'm no exception. Probably my favorite Celtic design brooch is the sterling silver one on the left in this photo, with the orange stone — I think it's a carnelian. The stones in the second, Scottish thistle brooch are cairngorms. Cairngorms are natural smoky quartz crystals, named after an old locality in the Cairngorm Mountains in the Scottish Highlands. Cairngorms were traditionally used as ornamental stones in the handles of knives and daggers, in kilt pins, the tops of snuff boxes, and in Highland brooch designs such as this one.
Both brooches belonged to my mother, bought many years ago when I was a child and we 
went to live in Scotland for a year. I particularly remember her wearing the carnelian one on her favorite green fuzzy coat that she had to buy the minute we arrived, as it was in the middle of a particularly cold winter and transplanted Aussies weren't used to that kind of cold. She loved her cairngorm brooch, too, and often wore it.
The second brooch photo is of a brooch I wear almost all the time with a favorite black cotton jacket. It's not at all valuable, it isn't even real silver, and I bought it from a street stall for not very much money. But I love the design, and that it's of brolgas dancing. Brolgas are tall, grey Australian cranes, and they're known for the mating dance they perform. When I was a little girl I thought it was a kind of magic. You can see them dancing here in this video:
From Susan:
My engagement ring has a very personal meaning for me. It belonged to my French great-grandmother, who gave me the ring when I was a teenager to use someday (she died when she was 98, years before I was engaged). It's an antique diamond set in rose gold and platinum filigree. The stone sits upright in 19th c. fashion in a pretty cage, and the side filigrees are acanthus leaves. Because the antique setting is high, the prongs are vulnerable, so I take it in now and then for cleaning and tightening.
A jeweler once said "Oh, you're here to pick up the angel ring!" The what? From that day on, I've seen two angels instead of acanthus. I was very close to my great-grandmother, visiting her often when I was young, sitting beside her while she would knit and teach me French, and tell stories of her childhood in 19th century rural France. I wear her ring daily with my wedding ring, a narrow gold band set with tiny diamonds. Every morning when I put them on (I am not of the never-take-them-off camp!), I'm reminded how much these rings mean to me and how much love and kindness they represent in my life.
Andrea:
I have a very special Ring With A Story that is close to my heart. The story actually starts with another ring . . . my mother had a gold signet ring with her family crest that her father had given her on her sixteenth birthday. Even as a kid, I was a history nerd and I love the idea of heraldry and crests (reading too many King Arthur stories!) She used to tell me stories of the origins, so the ring was always special to me. When she passed away, it became mine.
It needed to be resized, and I wasn’t going to entrust to just anyone even though it was a simple job. So I went to a jewelry designer, who I knew she had used for some work—he had a very cool shop featuring artisan pieces, including those he made himself. He listened to me explain how very sentimental the ring was to me and said of course he would do the simple sizing. He got a sales order to take down my info and I gave him my name . . .
He looked up and said, “I remember your mother.” A pause. “She got mad at me.”
I vaguely remembered that she had commissioned something from him, but that it had never happened.
“I didn’t blame her,” he quickly added. "She brought me a design for a ring—she wanted me 
to copy in silver a ring she had bought in Istanbul. I made the prototype, she picked out the exact stone she wanted, and then I was supposed to finish it.” Another pause. “And then I somehow lost it. She wasn’t happy when I told her, and said ‘forget it’."
"That’s too bad,” I murmured. “It’s sounds like it would have been lovely.”
An odd sort of look came into his eyes. “But I found it last week.” I’m sure the look my face must have been priceless. "Would you like to see it?” he asked.
When I went back the following week to get the re-sized signet ring, I also picked up the finished silver ring that my mother had designed, complete with the stone she had chosen. (And I promise you—this is a true story!)
MJP here: I love these stories! Do you have special pieces of jewelry where the true value is not the cost, but the story? Tell us about them!
Mary Jo
Love each of these stories; and the jewelry are all gorgeous.
Love each of these stories; and the jewelry are all gorgeous.
Love each of these stories; and the jewelry are all gorgeous.
Love each of these stories; and the jewelry are all gorgeous.
Love each of these stories; and the jewelry are all gorgeous.
I have mentioned that Bob and i dithered for about 2 years as to whether we should marry. We each wanted to, but the 17-year age difference keep getting in our way. (I was too old to give him children and I thouught he would resent that; I had a (mortgaged) house, but he had no property –– would he be sponging on me.) We have no idea who first “proposed” because one of us would start a sentence and quickly say: “Never mind.” (I ended it on day by saying, “I’ve changed my mind, let’s get married.”
What does all this have to do with jewelry? During those dithering years, he got me a pendant watch. It doesn’t run any more, but I keep it in my jewelry box. I have always called it my “engagement ring.” My mother had a beautiful opal ring, which was loved by both me and my sister. We didn’t know she had be very worried as to how to be fair in the giving of one ring to two daughters. One day after Bob and I were married, he chanced upon a beautifull opal ring and knowing that I liked opals, bought it for me. No occasion, just a present because I would like. My mother kissed him –– now she could give her ring to my sister because I had my own.
My two greatest treasures have come from my husband.
I have mentioned that Bob and i dithered for about 2 years as to whether we should marry. We each wanted to, but the 17-year age difference keep getting in our way. (I was too old to give him children and I thouught he would resent that; I had a (mortgaged) house, but he had no property –– would he be sponging on me.) We have no idea who first “proposed” because one of us would start a sentence and quickly say: “Never mind.” (I ended it on day by saying, “I’ve changed my mind, let’s get married.”
What does all this have to do with jewelry? During those dithering years, he got me a pendant watch. It doesn’t run any more, but I keep it in my jewelry box. I have always called it my “engagement ring.” My mother had a beautiful opal ring, which was loved by both me and my sister. We didn’t know she had be very worried as to how to be fair in the giving of one ring to two daughters. One day after Bob and I were married, he chanced upon a beautifull opal ring and knowing that I liked opals, bought it for me. No occasion, just a present because I would like. My mother kissed him –– now she could give her ring to my sister because I had my own.
My two greatest treasures have come from my husband.
I have mentioned that Bob and i dithered for about 2 years as to whether we should marry. We each wanted to, but the 17-year age difference keep getting in our way. (I was too old to give him children and I thouught he would resent that; I had a (mortgaged) house, but he had no property –– would he be sponging on me.) We have no idea who first “proposed” because one of us would start a sentence and quickly say: “Never mind.” (I ended it on day by saying, “I’ve changed my mind, let’s get married.”
What does all this have to do with jewelry? During those dithering years, he got me a pendant watch. It doesn’t run any more, but I keep it in my jewelry box. I have always called it my “engagement ring.” My mother had a beautiful opal ring, which was loved by both me and my sister. We didn’t know she had be very worried as to how to be fair in the giving of one ring to two daughters. One day after Bob and I were married, he chanced upon a beautifull opal ring and knowing that I liked opals, bought it for me. No occasion, just a present because I would like. My mother kissed him –– now she could give her ring to my sister because I had my own.
My two greatest treasures have come from my husband.
I have mentioned that Bob and i dithered for about 2 years as to whether we should marry. We each wanted to, but the 17-year age difference keep getting in our way. (I was too old to give him children and I thouught he would resent that; I had a (mortgaged) house, but he had no property –– would he be sponging on me.) We have no idea who first “proposed” because one of us would start a sentence and quickly say: “Never mind.” (I ended it on day by saying, “I’ve changed my mind, let’s get married.”
What does all this have to do with jewelry? During those dithering years, he got me a pendant watch. It doesn’t run any more, but I keep it in my jewelry box. I have always called it my “engagement ring.” My mother had a beautiful opal ring, which was loved by both me and my sister. We didn’t know she had be very worried as to how to be fair in the giving of one ring to two daughters. One day after Bob and I were married, he chanced upon a beautifull opal ring and knowing that I liked opals, bought it for me. No occasion, just a present because I would like. My mother kissed him –– now she could give her ring to my sister because I had my own.
My two greatest treasures have come from my husband.
I have mentioned that Bob and i dithered for about 2 years as to whether we should marry. We each wanted to, but the 17-year age difference keep getting in our way. (I was too old to give him children and I thouught he would resent that; I had a (mortgaged) house, but he had no property –– would he be sponging on me.) We have no idea who first “proposed” because one of us would start a sentence and quickly say: “Never mind.” (I ended it on day by saying, “I’ve changed my mind, let’s get married.”
What does all this have to do with jewelry? During those dithering years, he got me a pendant watch. It doesn’t run any more, but I keep it in my jewelry box. I have always called it my “engagement ring.” My mother had a beautiful opal ring, which was loved by both me and my sister. We didn’t know she had be very worried as to how to be fair in the giving of one ring to two daughters. One day after Bob and I were married, he chanced upon a beautifull opal ring and knowing that I liked opals, bought it for me. No occasion, just a present because I would like. My mother kissed him –– now she could give her ring to my sister because I had my own.
My two greatest treasures have come from my husband.
I love jewelry and this was a wonderful idea for a column, Mary Jo. My story: When I was about 16 or 17, my parents bought me a smoky topaz quartz ring in a high-set gold basket weave setting. It was a bad luck ring from the get-go. The stone chipped. The jeweler replaced it. Then one day I went to the library. I had the ring on when I entered the building but by the time I reached the car, the stone was missing, never to be found again. Saddened, the empty gold mounting was relegated to my jewelry box. Meanwhile, I went to college & graduated with a degree in voice; I was a soprano. Then I went to grad school. After grad school, when I was working, I visited the jeweler and asked if he could put a gold plate on top of the empty mounting. When he agreed, I asked him to engrave the plate with my initials in my handwriting – B S B. Beneath them, I added a drawn g-clef. Because I was a soprano. I still wear that ring.
I love jewelry and this was a wonderful idea for a column, Mary Jo. My story: When I was about 16 or 17, my parents bought me a smoky topaz quartz ring in a high-set gold basket weave setting. It was a bad luck ring from the get-go. The stone chipped. The jeweler replaced it. Then one day I went to the library. I had the ring on when I entered the building but by the time I reached the car, the stone was missing, never to be found again. Saddened, the empty gold mounting was relegated to my jewelry box. Meanwhile, I went to college & graduated with a degree in voice; I was a soprano. Then I went to grad school. After grad school, when I was working, I visited the jeweler and asked if he could put a gold plate on top of the empty mounting. When he agreed, I asked him to engrave the plate with my initials in my handwriting – B S B. Beneath them, I added a drawn g-clef. Because I was a soprano. I still wear that ring.
I love jewelry and this was a wonderful idea for a column, Mary Jo. My story: When I was about 16 or 17, my parents bought me a smoky topaz quartz ring in a high-set gold basket weave setting. It was a bad luck ring from the get-go. The stone chipped. The jeweler replaced it. Then one day I went to the library. I had the ring on when I entered the building but by the time I reached the car, the stone was missing, never to be found again. Saddened, the empty gold mounting was relegated to my jewelry box. Meanwhile, I went to college & graduated with a degree in voice; I was a soprano. Then I went to grad school. After grad school, when I was working, I visited the jeweler and asked if he could put a gold plate on top of the empty mounting. When he agreed, I asked him to engrave the plate with my initials in my handwriting – B S B. Beneath them, I added a drawn g-clef. Because I was a soprano. I still wear that ring.
I love jewelry and this was a wonderful idea for a column, Mary Jo. My story: When I was about 16 or 17, my parents bought me a smoky topaz quartz ring in a high-set gold basket weave setting. It was a bad luck ring from the get-go. The stone chipped. The jeweler replaced it. Then one day I went to the library. I had the ring on when I entered the building but by the time I reached the car, the stone was missing, never to be found again. Saddened, the empty gold mounting was relegated to my jewelry box. Meanwhile, I went to college & graduated with a degree in voice; I was a soprano. Then I went to grad school. After grad school, when I was working, I visited the jeweler and asked if he could put a gold plate on top of the empty mounting. When he agreed, I asked him to engrave the plate with my initials in my handwriting – B S B. Beneath them, I added a drawn g-clef. Because I was a soprano. I still wear that ring.
I love jewelry and this was a wonderful idea for a column, Mary Jo. My story: When I was about 16 or 17, my parents bought me a smoky topaz quartz ring in a high-set gold basket weave setting. It was a bad luck ring from the get-go. The stone chipped. The jeweler replaced it. Then one day I went to the library. I had the ring on when I entered the building but by the time I reached the car, the stone was missing, never to be found again. Saddened, the empty gold mounting was relegated to my jewelry box. Meanwhile, I went to college & graduated with a degree in voice; I was a soprano. Then I went to grad school. After grad school, when I was working, I visited the jeweler and asked if he could put a gold plate on top of the empty mounting. When he agreed, I asked him to engrave the plate with my initials in my handwriting – B S B. Beneath them, I added a drawn g-clef. Because I was a soprano. I still wear that ring.
My mother and dad met during WWII when they both worked at Willow Run. It was an unusual way to meet and a longer story so I won’t go into that here, but they married only a few months after they’d met. My dad bought my mother a plain gold band which I still have, but to celebrate their getting married, he bought her a tiny (she was very petite,) rose gold watch set with eight rubies and four diamonds (all very tiny also) and rubies for the 12, 3, 6 and 9. It has a rose gold expansion band which is rare in itself. My mother made the comment a few times that she’d have loved an engagement ring only so she could wear it all the time, but she loved that watch dearly. I have it now, it’s still beautiful and it still keeps perfect time.
My mother and dad met during WWII when they both worked at Willow Run. It was an unusual way to meet and a longer story so I won’t go into that here, but they married only a few months after they’d met. My dad bought my mother a plain gold band which I still have, but to celebrate their getting married, he bought her a tiny (she was very petite,) rose gold watch set with eight rubies and four diamonds (all very tiny also) and rubies for the 12, 3, 6 and 9. It has a rose gold expansion band which is rare in itself. My mother made the comment a few times that she’d have loved an engagement ring only so she could wear it all the time, but she loved that watch dearly. I have it now, it’s still beautiful and it still keeps perfect time.
My mother and dad met during WWII when they both worked at Willow Run. It was an unusual way to meet and a longer story so I won’t go into that here, but they married only a few months after they’d met. My dad bought my mother a plain gold band which I still have, but to celebrate their getting married, he bought her a tiny (she was very petite,) rose gold watch set with eight rubies and four diamonds (all very tiny also) and rubies for the 12, 3, 6 and 9. It has a rose gold expansion band which is rare in itself. My mother made the comment a few times that she’d have loved an engagement ring only so she could wear it all the time, but she loved that watch dearly. I have it now, it’s still beautiful and it still keeps perfect time.
My mother and dad met during WWII when they both worked at Willow Run. It was an unusual way to meet and a longer story so I won’t go into that here, but they married only a few months after they’d met. My dad bought my mother a plain gold band which I still have, but to celebrate their getting married, he bought her a tiny (she was very petite,) rose gold watch set with eight rubies and four diamonds (all very tiny also) and rubies for the 12, 3, 6 and 9. It has a rose gold expansion band which is rare in itself. My mother made the comment a few times that she’d have loved an engagement ring only so she could wear it all the time, but she loved that watch dearly. I have it now, it’s still beautiful and it still keeps perfect time.
My mother and dad met during WWII when they both worked at Willow Run. It was an unusual way to meet and a longer story so I won’t go into that here, but they married only a few months after they’d met. My dad bought my mother a plain gold band which I still have, but to celebrate their getting married, he bought her a tiny (she was very petite,) rose gold watch set with eight rubies and four diamonds (all very tiny also) and rubies for the 12, 3, 6 and 9. It has a rose gold expansion band which is rare in itself. My mother made the comment a few times that she’d have loved an engagement ring only so she could wear it all the time, but she loved that watch dearly. I have it now, it’s still beautiful and it still keeps perfect time.
So many beautiful things – I love them all! A lovely post, thank you!
So many beautiful things – I love them all! A lovely post, thank you!
So many beautiful things – I love them all! A lovely post, thank you!
So many beautiful things – I love them all! A lovely post, thank you!
So many beautiful things – I love them all! A lovely post, thank you!
I have stories about jewelry. First, I inherited a cameo ring that had belonged to my maternal grandmother. I love it but have been afraid to wear it because the cameo can be damaged. I know it is old, not sure how old. And it makes me happy to look at it.
When Mr wonderful dumped me, I bought myself a piece of jewelry for the first time in my life. I bought a gold cross with a tiny diamond on it. It was a wonderful gift to myself.
Finally, I formerly worked for FEMA. I spent time with people who had lost everything. I started getting angel pins. I would wear one every day. It was my way of not only feeling stronger for myself, but also as a reminder to everyone I saw, things could get better.
The angel pins brought me many stories. People would feel free to confide in me. I would hear their stories and they felt better for being able to talk to someone. I still have most of my angel pins….they were never expensive, some have fallen apart ( I lost the boots of my cowgirl angel). They are reminders of the wonderful people I met, the stories they shared and the fact that faith can help us get through bad times…..from tornadoes, fires, hurricanes, or viruses.
I have stories about jewelry. First, I inherited a cameo ring that had belonged to my maternal grandmother. I love it but have been afraid to wear it because the cameo can be damaged. I know it is old, not sure how old. And it makes me happy to look at it.
When Mr wonderful dumped me, I bought myself a piece of jewelry for the first time in my life. I bought a gold cross with a tiny diamond on it. It was a wonderful gift to myself.
Finally, I formerly worked for FEMA. I spent time with people who had lost everything. I started getting angel pins. I would wear one every day. It was my way of not only feeling stronger for myself, but also as a reminder to everyone I saw, things could get better.
The angel pins brought me many stories. People would feel free to confide in me. I would hear their stories and they felt better for being able to talk to someone. I still have most of my angel pins….they were never expensive, some have fallen apart ( I lost the boots of my cowgirl angel). They are reminders of the wonderful people I met, the stories they shared and the fact that faith can help us get through bad times…..from tornadoes, fires, hurricanes, or viruses.
I have stories about jewelry. First, I inherited a cameo ring that had belonged to my maternal grandmother. I love it but have been afraid to wear it because the cameo can be damaged. I know it is old, not sure how old. And it makes me happy to look at it.
When Mr wonderful dumped me, I bought myself a piece of jewelry for the first time in my life. I bought a gold cross with a tiny diamond on it. It was a wonderful gift to myself.
Finally, I formerly worked for FEMA. I spent time with people who had lost everything. I started getting angel pins. I would wear one every day. It was my way of not only feeling stronger for myself, but also as a reminder to everyone I saw, things could get better.
The angel pins brought me many stories. People would feel free to confide in me. I would hear their stories and they felt better for being able to talk to someone. I still have most of my angel pins….they were never expensive, some have fallen apart ( I lost the boots of my cowgirl angel). They are reminders of the wonderful people I met, the stories they shared and the fact that faith can help us get through bad times…..from tornadoes, fires, hurricanes, or viruses.
I have stories about jewelry. First, I inherited a cameo ring that had belonged to my maternal grandmother. I love it but have been afraid to wear it because the cameo can be damaged. I know it is old, not sure how old. And it makes me happy to look at it.
When Mr wonderful dumped me, I bought myself a piece of jewelry for the first time in my life. I bought a gold cross with a tiny diamond on it. It was a wonderful gift to myself.
Finally, I formerly worked for FEMA. I spent time with people who had lost everything. I started getting angel pins. I would wear one every day. It was my way of not only feeling stronger for myself, but also as a reminder to everyone I saw, things could get better.
The angel pins brought me many stories. People would feel free to confide in me. I would hear their stories and they felt better for being able to talk to someone. I still have most of my angel pins….they were never expensive, some have fallen apart ( I lost the boots of my cowgirl angel). They are reminders of the wonderful people I met, the stories they shared and the fact that faith can help us get through bad times…..from tornadoes, fires, hurricanes, or viruses.
I have stories about jewelry. First, I inherited a cameo ring that had belonged to my maternal grandmother. I love it but have been afraid to wear it because the cameo can be damaged. I know it is old, not sure how old. And it makes me happy to look at it.
When Mr wonderful dumped me, I bought myself a piece of jewelry for the first time in my life. I bought a gold cross with a tiny diamond on it. It was a wonderful gift to myself.
Finally, I formerly worked for FEMA. I spent time with people who had lost everything. I started getting angel pins. I would wear one every day. It was my way of not only feeling stronger for myself, but also as a reminder to everyone I saw, things could get better.
The angel pins brought me many stories. People would feel free to confide in me. I would hear their stories and they felt better for being able to talk to someone. I still have most of my angel pins….they were never expensive, some have fallen apart ( I lost the boots of my cowgirl angel). They are reminders of the wonderful people I met, the stories they shared and the fact that faith can help us get through bad times…..from tornadoes, fires, hurricanes, or viruses.
Oh, Sue . . . fluttery sigh.
What a wonderful story—and what a wonderful man!
Oh, Sue . . . fluttery sigh.
What a wonderful story—and what a wonderful man!
Oh, Sue . . . fluttery sigh.
What a wonderful story—and what a wonderful man!
Oh, Sue . . . fluttery sigh.
What a wonderful story—and what a wonderful man!
Oh, Sue . . . fluttery sigh.
What a wonderful story—and what a wonderful man!
I love stories with happy endings!
I love stories with happy endings!
I love stories with happy endings!
I love stories with happy endings!
I love stories with happy endings!
A lovely story, Theo!
A lovely story, Theo!
A lovely story, Theo!
A lovely story, Theo!
A lovely story, Theo!
What a wonderful collection of stories, pictures, and comments. Thank you all!
What a wonderful collection of stories, pictures, and comments. Thank you all!
What a wonderful collection of stories, pictures, and comments. Thank you all!
What a wonderful collection of stories, pictures, and comments. Thank you all!
What a wonderful collection of stories, pictures, and comments. Thank you all!
Indeed they are, Amy! I’m glad you enjoyed the stories that came with the jewelry.
Indeed they are, Amy! I’m glad you enjoyed the stories that came with the jewelry.
Indeed they are, Amy! I’m glad you enjoyed the stories that came with the jewelry.
Indeed they are, Amy! I’m glad you enjoyed the stories that came with the jewelry.
Indeed they are, Amy! I’m glad you enjoyed the stories that came with the jewelry.
What wonderful stories, Sue, and what a wonderful keeper of a man! Wise of you to say yes. *G*
What wonderful stories, Sue, and what a wonderful keeper of a man! Wise of you to say yes. *G*
What wonderful stories, Sue, and what a wonderful keeper of a man! Wise of you to say yes. *G*
What wonderful stories, Sue, and what a wonderful keeper of a man! Wise of you to say yes. *G*
What wonderful stories, Sue, and what a wonderful keeper of a man! Wise of you to say yes. *G*
Binnie, how clever of you to realize the ring wanted to be all gold!
Binnie, how clever of you to realize the ring wanted to be all gold!
Binnie, how clever of you to realize the ring wanted to be all gold!
Binnie, how clever of you to realize the ring wanted to be all gold!
Binnie, how clever of you to realize the ring wanted to be all gold!
Theo, I love rose gold, and one so seldom sees it! They knew how to make watches in those days, didn’t they?
Theo, I love rose gold, and one so seldom sees it! They knew how to make watches in those days, didn’t they?
Theo, I love rose gold, and one so seldom sees it! They knew how to make watches in those days, didn’t they?
Theo, I love rose gold, and one so seldom sees it! They knew how to make watches in those days, didn’t they?
Theo, I love rose gold, and one so seldom sees it! They knew how to make watches in those days, didn’t they?
You’re very welcome, Christina! It was really fun to gather the stories. Jewelry is a wonderful carrier of memories.
You’re very welcome, Christina! It was really fun to gather the stories. Jewelry is a wonderful carrier of memories.
You’re very welcome, Christina! It was really fun to gather the stories. Jewelry is a wonderful carrier of memories.
You’re very welcome, Christina! It was really fun to gather the stories. Jewelry is a wonderful carrier of memories.
You’re very welcome, Christina! It was really fun to gather the stories. Jewelry is a wonderful carrier of memories.
What a wonderful collection of angels, Annette, and grand fortification for helping people in dire need.
Plus, though the Mayhem Consultant has given me some lovely thing, I’m also a great believer in women buying jewelry for themselves!
What a wonderful collection of angels, Annette, and grand fortification for helping people in dire need.
Plus, though the Mayhem Consultant has given me some lovely thing, I’m also a great believer in women buying jewelry for themselves!
What a wonderful collection of angels, Annette, and grand fortification for helping people in dire need.
Plus, though the Mayhem Consultant has given me some lovely thing, I’m also a great believer in women buying jewelry for themselves!
What a wonderful collection of angels, Annette, and grand fortification for helping people in dire need.
Plus, though the Mayhem Consultant has given me some lovely thing, I’m also a great believer in women buying jewelry for themselves!
What a wonderful collection of angels, Annette, and grand fortification for helping people in dire need.
Plus, though the Mayhem Consultant has given me some lovely thing, I’m also a great believer in women buying jewelry for themselves!
You’re very welcome, Kareni! I’m so glad you enjoyed these stories.
You’re very welcome, Kareni! I’m so glad you enjoyed these stories.
You’re very welcome, Kareni! I’m so glad you enjoyed these stories.
You’re very welcome, Kareni! I’m so glad you enjoyed these stories.
You’re very welcome, Kareni! I’m so glad you enjoyed these stories.
So glad you’re enjoying it, Kareni I am, too! I love the stories our readers are sharing.
So glad you’re enjoying it, Kareni I am, too! I love the stories our readers are sharing.
So glad you’re enjoying it, Kareni I am, too! I love the stories our readers are sharing.
So glad you’re enjoying it, Kareni I am, too! I love the stories our readers are sharing.
So glad you’re enjoying it, Kareni I am, too! I love the stories our readers are sharing.
I love that all of our stories are about connections and how much we value them.
I love that all of our stories are about connections and how much we value them.
I love that all of our stories are about connections and how much we value them.
I love that all of our stories are about connections and how much we value them.
I love that all of our stories are about connections and how much we value them.
There are some lovely stories here and Pat I absolutely love yours. So romantic!
There are some lovely stories here and Pat I absolutely love yours. So romantic!
There are some lovely stories here and Pat I absolutely love yours. So romantic!
There are some lovely stories here and Pat I absolutely love yours. So romantic!
There are some lovely stories here and Pat I absolutely love yours. So romantic!
Thank you! Romance isn’t always about hearts and flowers, it’s about the little things, isn’t it?
Thank you! Romance isn’t always about hearts and flowers, it’s about the little things, isn’t it?
Thank you! Romance isn’t always about hearts and flowers, it’s about the little things, isn’t it?
Thank you! Romance isn’t always about hearts and flowers, it’s about the little things, isn’t it?
Thank you! Romance isn’t always about hearts and flowers, it’s about the little things, isn’t it?
I’m late reading this post, but I just want to say how much I enjoyed looking at everyone’s favorite jewelry pieces, and reading all the stories, from the commenters also.
I’m late reading this post, but I just want to say how much I enjoyed looking at everyone’s favorite jewelry pieces, and reading all the stories, from the commenters also.
I’m late reading this post, but I just want to say how much I enjoyed looking at everyone’s favorite jewelry pieces, and reading all the stories, from the commenters also.
I’m late reading this post, but I just want to say how much I enjoyed looking at everyone’s favorite jewelry pieces, and reading all the stories, from the commenters also.
I’m late reading this post, but I just want to say how much I enjoyed looking at everyone’s favorite jewelry pieces, and reading all the stories, from the commenters also.
Karin, I’m glad you enjoyed this post. Writing it made me think of how jewelry carries memories.
Karin, I’m glad you enjoyed this post. Writing it made me think of how jewelry carries memories.
Karin, I’m glad you enjoyed this post. Writing it made me think of how jewelry carries memories.
Karin, I’m glad you enjoyed this post. Writing it made me think of how jewelry carries memories.
Karin, I’m glad you enjoyed this post. Writing it made me think of how jewelry carries memories.