Both my maternal grandparents passed away when I was a teenager way too long ago. Apart from fond memories I have a treasure chest as a reminder, not only of them (my grandmother at least) but also of who I was when I was a child and teenager. I take it out sometimes, open it up and well, enjoy what's in it.
Yesterday I had it out..
Not the most beautiful of chests..
Like an Aladdins cave of memories and custom jewelry
Pearls that need re-threading
Brooches, some wearable some just to look at
Cufflinks, that I used as a teen and clip on earrings
Rings more suited for kiddies fingers, long time since I wore them
Earrings from the 80's. I bought the big chunky "golden" one after watching "Desperatly Seeking Susan" at the cinema mid-eighties. Felt a lot like Madonna ;)
Old bracelets that remind me of how we use to make phone calls..
And in a small tattered box, odd and favourite earrings from my childhood
When I'm done I gently put everything back in the box and stowe it away in the back of my wardrobe. Til next time :)