It’s been far too long since my last blog post! I have started to shop again but I have limited my purchases to clothing from local consignment shops and reworking clothes that I already own (whenever possible). Sometimes, things simply wear out and you need a refresh! I’ve also tried to limit any houseware items to second hand shops or through my local Buy Nothing group.
It’s coming up on two years since my mother left us rather unexpectedly. It’s been two years of boxes, sifting, sorting, packing, moving, storage, unpacking, purging, ohmygawd-why do I still have so much stuff?! The slow uphill climb can be attributed to many factors namely GRIEF AND DEPRESSION and the related fatigue, both emotional and physical. I’ve had other priorities, too, like spending time with friends, my pack, traveling to see my family, and tending to my job so I can keep a paycheck and benefits. Adulting is hard.
There is still a lot to address, both physically and emotionally. We sold our parents’ condo earlier this summer and my sister took on the Herculean task of emptying the space of its contents. Know this, the greatest gift you can leave your heirs is an empty house. Obviously, that’s not a reasonable request, we need things to be comfortable in our daily lives, but I did learn that there is a limited market for used goods.
Earlier this summer Mary and I went through Mom’s jewelry, selecting pieces that we liked or had sentimental value. We did keep some important pieces that are now stored in a bank box, we could only make so many decisions at the time. Once we had reviewed the other pieces and chose what we wanted, I took the lot to a local jeweler. I was very glad to have found Mona, she was warm, friendly, transparent and never pushy. During the selection process with Mary, there were pieces that had components that I liked, but I didn’t like the existing setting, etc. Mona helped me rework them into pieces that I will enjoy wearing.
My mother wore more yellow gold than I do, I’m more of a sterling/white gold type of gal. Her birthstone is garnet; she had a garnet pendant set in yellow gold and garnet earrings which were post style aslo set in yellow gold. I had everything rhodium plated and the earrings redone as dangles:
The amethyst is a carved thistle and had been set as a pin. Mom was a teacher, her uniform was a blouse, dress trousers, and a blazer with a pin/broach. I don’t have any memory of her wearing this particular pin, but I thought it was pretty and now enjoy it much more as a pendant.
The opal on the left was also set in yellow gold which I had rhodium plated, it completely changes the look! The opal on the right was actually on a ring. I don’t wear rings, I work with my hands and am far too clumsy, I’d bash my hand into something and said ring would need to be cut off. However, I do wear necklaces and look forward to wearing a fiery opal.
The cuff links belonged to my grandfather, you can see where the other half of the cuff link had been attached on the back side. My mother had them made into earrings when he passed away, as posts. I had them converted into dangles, something I’m much more inclined to wear.
Angela found a number of time pieces when she was helping us pack including an Omega watch with a cracked crystal that belongs to Dad. I had the watch repaired, cleaned up, a couple of links removed from the band and it is now on my wrist! According to the serial number, the watch is from 1958. I can pretty much guarantee that my Fitbit won’t work in 60 years. I hope that Dad is clear enough on my next visit to tell me the story about the watch.
I don’t feel sad or disloyal about selling the bulk of my mother’s jewelry. The pieces I have now are lovely, I will wear them and think of her when I put them on. It is far more disloyal to just hold on to things out of some sense of obligation and have them languish in a box, waiting for the next generation to deal with them. Free yourself from the ghosts and the guilt. Treasure what you keep.