A few weeks ago we were hanging out in the basement and I started digging through boxes. I found an old jewelry box of mine, filled with all kinds of fun things. Seriously, it was like a time capsule. Among the cheap gold earrings and unicorn pendants of the 80s were several yellow gold herringbone necklaces, bracelets and earrings from the 90s. I guess those looked good with my Air Jordans. Add in a few rings and necklaces from college and I had myself a little pot of gold.
I picked through all of it and kept stuff the kids might someday like to have. But I had no idea what to do with the rest of this stuff – it was definitely not anything I’d be wearing again, but throwing it away didn’t seem right. Then I found out that our jewelry store was buying gold and thought, why not?
I’ll admit I felt a little weird walking into the store. Not guilty, more like how I imagine I’d feel if I was pawning this stuff for beer money.
20 minutes later the guilt was gone. I had a $500 store credit in my hand and was happy as a pig in poo!
I cruised around the store, anxious to see what my money would buy me. I already have diamond earrings… I have plenty of necklaces… so I decided to browse the diamond engagement rings, just for fun!
I asked Bob the owner if he’d try to convince Jay to trade my current diamond in for a lovely cushion cut one… Price tag, a mere $25,000. Bob looked at me and said, “Steph, even Jesus himself couldn’t convince Jay to do that.”
I'm pretty sure Bob knows how
So, here’s to you, boyfriends of the past… Because of the kindness you bestowed on geeky teenage Steph, I walked away with a lovely new Pandora bracelet, complete with a monkey charm for Addi and a penguin charm for Sam. And a lot of money still left to spend at the jewelry store. Lucky me.