I pulled a picture from my wedding album for my last post. And then I got to thinking about something sort of random.
On my wedding day, I wore a brooch in my hair that belonged to my great grandmother. As I was flipping through pictures on Wednesday, I realized I couldn’t quite remember where I’d put it. So, a search ensued. I couldn’t get it out of my head until I found it. Nothing else mattered.
It was, of course, in the most logical but least likely place – not with my keepsakes, but with my jewelry.
It’s just a costume piece, but I love it nonetheless. And I’m glad I wore it, and carried my family with me, on such an important day.
It’s safely tucked away now.
Bonus photo! This one’s in the wedding album, too. I have no idea what’s happening or why my face looks the way it looks, but I’m pretty happy that someone captured this moment.
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It is lovely, and looked perfect in your hair. I have my mother’s costume jewelry pins clipped on a doll coat hanger hanging on my wall. 🙂
The photo is amusing–perhaps you were not sure what was behind that hand.
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Thank you! And what a clever idea. 🙂 I’d love to see a picture.
I have no idea what I was thinking in the last photo. I feel like for a face like that, there’s gotta be a good story. I wish I could remember!
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Beautiful broach – I think sentimentality rather than price sets the value of an item. 😊
Haha that photo – that’s a face I imagine a lot of brides make on their big day. 😂
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I agree. There’s so much more to value than just money. I’m so grateful to have amassed a collection of items that remind me of my family and my home, and that make me feel connected to the world. 🙂
I wish I could remember what was happening in that picture! I’m sure it would probably make for a good story.
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