1.9.15 ugh

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Today I made a huge mistake. I posted an opinion about current events on facebook. Such a rookie move, right? So of course it spiraled into this whole thing where suddenly my nutso militant Israeli high school swim coach is fighting my dad’s college roommate’s wife about politics. I hate this kind of thing.

Usually my facebook updates are stuff like “It probably would cost the same amount to buy jelly sandwich ingredients as it did to buy this jelly sandwich but I figure this kind of thing is best left to the pros.” But anybody caring to participate in that dialog? Nope. Now my stomach is turning at the thought of looking at facebook 🙀 internet bickering is the worst.

Today’s bangles: Gem charm bracelet of my Grandmother’s from Brazil, my lucky figa charm bracelet, and another of my Grandmother’s- English four pence coins attached as a bracelet.

11.29.14 rock steady

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This must be a first for me, more necklaces than bracelets. My mom went on a bit of a tear on Thursday giving me her mom’s old jewelry from Brazil. So I’m wearing some of it today. Stone charm bracelet, matching multi stone necklace. Then there’s my other Brazil goods, too. A Kokopeli charm, a feather to carry me, and a little figa on a necklace with T charm that I found in my dad’s things. Maybe I should smile more in my selfies?
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11.19.14 silver sleuth

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Last night at dinner my mom gave me this bracelet 👆 that I am wearing today. It was black with tarnish and she was uncertain if it was from her mom, or from my namesake, my mom’s Aunt Margaret. I am basically Nancy Drew when it comes to the internet sleuthing, and I successfully Nancy Drewed the isht out of this puppy.

First, I polished this up, then I started my research. Through my googling skills I quickly found some very similar pieces listed on eBay and Etsy. These were variously listed as vintage Mexican or Aztec of Mayan. But, from what I’ve seen, Taxco (Mexico’s main silver city) stamps their silver Taxco. This bracelet has no such stamp. Nor does it sport the standard, legally required 925 that indicates a piece is Sterling. But all of this could maybe be explained due to the age of my new bracelet.

However, internet sleuthing was not yet complete! There is a stamp, it’s simply one I hadn’t seen before. 0.900…. Again to the google where I learned this is a South American manner of stamping silver.

Mystery solved! Between my Grandmother (Brazilian) and my Great Aunt (American) this bracelet was most likely my Grandmother’s. So from one Brazilian to another, thank you Grandmother! And thank you Google.

White girls be like…

Me. White girls be like me. But I’ve got a plurality of passports that sometimes confuses the issue. As a Brazilian citizen, I’m required to vote or risk forfeiture of my passport. And guess what? After spending an entire Sunday in line with every other Brazilian from the Bay Area and finally getting my vote on, even after that there’s a run off election. So I must go back today, stand in line some more, and vote again. It doesn’t help that I don’t speak Portuguese.

The stick of it is, without the language but with papers I feel like such a fraudulent citizen. T’as une question? Mais biensûr, évidemment je parles français. And Spanish? I can do a little of that too. However, pào do queijo. Feijoada completa, cafe com leite. Não, não falo Portugues. It’s probably about time I consider the Rosetta Stone for Brazilian Portuguese before I accidentally insult Pelé. But why get Rosetta Stone when I can get deez stones!?!

IMG_2896.PNG Available at the National Geographic store for $98.99, it’s probably a fourth of the Rosetta price. That’s what my national heritage comes down to, buying gem stone bracelets from my birth country at the National Geographic store. I think there might be some backwards exoticism tucked away in there to boot.

But who am I voting for? Oh yes, Presidential candidate number 45 because that’s what my Auntie told me to do. This is some informed voting right here, folks. Candidate 45 is a he. Fortunately somebody in that wrap around the block voting line vouched for him as a candidate. So. Yay?

Does this H Stern bracelet look like a dangling chad at all?

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H Stern is basically the Tiffany’s of Brazil. If you answer yes to my question then I can gift wrap the “Code bracelet in 18k yellow golf and diamonds” into this voting + corruption + Brazil topic. Yes? Yes.

But even after the run off election today voting is STILL not complete, because we’ve got our elections in the USA too. I should probably invest in something heartier than the free “I voted” sticker.

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Thank you TraciKennedy on Etsy for filling this need for $3.75.

November 4th is voting day. I remember because it’s my best friend’s baby’s birthday. Her name is Annabel. I think 2 might be too young for bracelets as a birthday gift. But how about voting? Giving her the chance to vote sounds like an okay gift, right? I’m a bit rusty on all the rules, and not having kids I’m not always certain on what they like. Somebody told me they like cardboard boxes, and a voting booth is pretty much a glamorized box.

I’ll just tell her to vote the same as me, early and often. Ordem e Progresso, amirite? Educated voting be damned. I’m having a hard enough time keeping all the dates straight.

10.8.14 all your secrets come out when you’re dead

IMG_2740.JPG 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.