This post was inspired by Tara’s post from A Teaching Life about a lost earring.
I adored my Grandma Marion. I think about her every day. She sewed all of her own clothes and every outfit in her closet had coordinating costume jewelry and shoes, mostly high heels. I remember reveling in her jewelry drawer. Strings of beads with matching earrings and bracelets organized in baggies and sorted by color in tiny boxes and plastic trays. I don’t recall her wearing a lot of rings but she always seemed to have a bracelet on. When I was little, if I got too restless at church or in a public place, she would hand me her bracelet to wear as I looked at my books or paper dolls.
|I love wearing this bracelet. It feels|
like a hug from my grandma. :)