Today’s bangles: turquoise and silver cuff stamped by Marie B., turquoise and silver bracelet my dad got in Mexico, and a silver and maybe amber cuff a former roommate picked up for me in Thailand.
My mom and I spent the morning packing up stuff in my dad’s apartment. Maybe this is a regular thing to discover after a death, but there’s so much of my dad that I’m realizing he kept from me. Photo albums of romantic trips to Venice, letters, birthday card jokes, the context of which I don’t understand. It makes me sad. We were so close, but I wish I understood him better. I wish he knew that I wanted to know these things about him. Maybe he’d still be here.
My mom found this ring in it’s gift bag in a drawer. Who was it for? Not me, his one daughter. He gave me bracelets, as you all know. It’s so heavy on my finger right now. Typing this is awkward. The ring is amber in silver. It’s mine now. But what do I do with it? What do I do with all of this stuff? My car is loaded with his coffee table books to sell at Green Apple Books after work today. What compelled him to buy so many damn coffee books? If there’s a lesson from this morning it’s that nobody need ever buy coffee table books and that dying reveals secrets but creates questions.
My bangles are the North Africanish bangle, Brazil, Clic Clac Orange and Clic Clac Cream.
Turns out not much goes with amber except, well, amber. Today I’m wearing a pair of silver and amber twig shaped earrings from my brother’s girlfriend, an amber and silver cuff a former roommate brought back from Thailand for me, and another charm bracelet from my dad.
This one is beach themed: sea shells, starfish and such. I wish I remembered where it was from or when he gave it to me. But I don’t. It could have been 20 years ago or 5, I’m such a magpie with my bracelets. Today is maybe the first time ever that I’m wearing it. I doubt my dad would remember, either, if I could ask him. He’d probably laugh in his way and say “oh I don’t know, Pumps”… That’s what he called me. But maybe I’m wrong, maybe he would remember and now it’s all gone.
This amber and sterling cuff by theTreasuredHippie is significantly fancier then mine (I’m not even certain my cuff is *real* amber but the silver has the 925 imprint)