My memories of childhood are few and far between so the ones that I have I cherish. One of my favorites involves a jewellery box my father brought home for me when I was probably around 8 or 9. At the time it was the most special of presents, but with maturity I know it was nothing unique, but to me it was the best gift in the world. It was the famous pink box with the little ballerina that twirled to Swan Lake. I think every little girl had one - but mine was the only one in the world.
As I grew older it fell apart and I went through a series of rather plain, utilitarian boxes but there came a time when I needed to shop for new jewellery boxes. I had started a new job and would be getting married soon so I wanted a box that reflected my adult self. I had a few good pieces of jewelry and I wanted them in a box that would last me a good long time.
I found one I loved; it was simple and had plenty of room to store my pieces. Which was good because my husband spoiled me! Every year for Christmas he picked out a pair of earrings or a charm that he knew I would love. I had a collection of gold sea animals that were supposed to be worn on a chain but I wore them on my lapels as pins. I loved those pieces; they were unique and brought back memories of our many vacations to Hawaii.
Times changed again and we were retiring. My old box was now too large so I went on another search for a smaller jewellery box. We were moving into a 400 square foot trailer and traveling around the US so there really wouldn't be much need for wearing fancy sparklers, now would there? So I packed them up and am saving them for my nieces. I love passing down the pieces and the stories and I so enjoy the look in their eyes and I share the love with them.
So from a pink cardboard box with a plastic ballerina to a beautiful wood box to a small holder of memories to be passed down to another generation I would say that I have had my share of Jewellery Box Memories, wouldn't you?