My grandmother, Margaret, would have had a birthday last week. She passed away 11 years ago. Some years I miss her more than others, and this is one of those years. I was away at college when she died, and admittedly didn't visit her in her nursing home nearly as much as I should of in her last years while she had Alzheimers. I sometimes regret that, as hard as those visits were. I still have the sympathy card that one of my best friends sent to me after her death somewhere in my closet. It says,
Perhaps they are not stars in the sky, but rather openings where our loved ones shine down to let us know they are happy.
I don't know if that's true or not, but I'd like to think so. A friend's grandmother passed away recently, which has caused me to think of my grandma at random points throughout the past few weeks. The ring in this post was my grandma's, as you may have guessed by now. I found it in a box of her old, mostly junk and costume jewelry, years ago as my mom and I were going through it for no particular reason. I loved the ring, but it was terribly tarnished and missing 3 of the tiny stones. It then sat in my jewelry box for years until about a year ago when I decided to really look into having the stones replaced. It took a month, but a neighborhood jeweler replaced the stones and restored the ring's shine. I can barely remember which were the replacement stones, and I have been awe of it ever since.
My grandmother wasn't as stylish as some of the ladies of yesteryear that you may have known, but boy did she like to shop and she loved a deal. Jewelry was her thing. The lady taught me everything I know about shopping, sales, coupons, jewelry, and returning things! I pretty much fully attribute my love for fashion to her. I never saw her wear this ring, but whenever I do wear it, I think of her. I have multiple costume and other pieces of jewelry that were grandma's and a few given to me by her, but this ring is most special to me because it is exactly something I would buy for myself if I saw it in any store today. It's unusual, detailed, beautiful, and let's face it kind of big/blingy as evidenced from the above hand shot included solely for scale purposes. It was clearly unwearable for years, but grandma saved it in her jewelry box because you just don't throw things away! Whether she had any foresight that I'd end up carrying it around for years to now have it sparkling my jewelry collection as one of my most prized pieces, I don't really know, but I'd like to think so. Now go call your grandma!