Good Karma Bling: Passing Along My Little Girl Jewelry

A few weeks ago, I went through my jewelry box--and my other jewelry box. Sitting on my bedroom floor and combing through all of my treasures was a trip down memory lane. Dainty necklaces and bracelets from my First Communion, earings from my college roommate's trip to New Zealand, a lacey eidelweiss bracelet from Austria, the opal ring I got for my eighth grade graduation, the amazing emerald and diamond jewelry my boyfriend surprised me with one January evening. Each piece having a little story. I cleaned out my big jewelry box and gave my favorite pieces a place of honor. In doing so, I came across a few pieces of little-girl jewelry that I wanted to give away: a tiny pair of heart-shaped studs, and a set of itty-bitty emerald jewelry.

I posted an ad on Craigslist, and here's who I chose to give them to:

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A little girl named Lunah, maybe three or four years old, is the recipient of my old, tiny, heart-shaped stud earings. Back in second grade when I got my ears pierced, these dainty gold hearts were my first "real" earrings, along with some little blue whales that have long-since disappeared. But I digress.

Lunah's mother responded to my ad because her daughter lost an earring somewhere in the house the day before. Lunah asked her mommy to help her find it, but they had no luck. Because Lunah is such a good helper around the home, mommy Edna likes to reward her little one with a small gift on Friday afternoons. My old heart-shaped earings were her gift that week.

Lily - emerald ring

This is Lily. Like me, she was born in May. That's my teeny-tiny (not real) emerald ring on her right index finger. And you can't see it, but behind all that long, blonde hair are my old (not real) emerald studs. Around her neck hangs my old emerald pendant. (Yep, also not a real emerald.) But that doesn't matter. When you're a little girl and fortunate enough to get to wear sparkly, grown-up jewelry, none of that matters.

Lily's nana responded to my Craigslist ad and told me that she was was going to be seeing Lily in a few days and would love to pass these pieces along. We met at Dunkin' Donuts over coffee and had an absolutely lovely chat. Having learned more about Lily, her family, and her kind nana, I couldn't be more pleased to pass along these pretty jewels.

The ring was a gift from my parents, I think, when I was probably around seven years old. I remember seeing it in the Service Merchandise catalog and thinking it was ever-so-pretty. The ring grew with me over the years--from middle finger, to ring finger, and finally landing on my pinky. The stone was a little bit scratched because I once dropped it once while playing in my grandparents' driveway. I think it actually got run over.

Nevertheless, after sitting unworn in my jewelry box for a good 15 or 20 years, this dainty little ring deserved to come out from hibernation. But pinky rings and artificial gems aren't my style these days. It deserved to be worn by another little girl. Passing along this treasured little piece of my childhood--and getting to know a kind stranger in the process--was one of the brightest spots in my history of good karma housekeeping.

_________________________________________________________________________ © 2009 Good Karma Housekeeping. Making the space--mentally and physically--to live happily ever after. Just like a fairytale princess.

Made With Love, Covered in Dust

There are a few things on my not-for-me list: sushi, anime, tanning beds, and tchotchkes are four that come to mind. I have no problem dodging the first three. Tchothkes--those little knick-knacks around your home that serve no real purpose other than to collect dust--have a way of cropping up around my home. Exhibit 4,832-b: this little handmade pottery jar that was specially designed for . . . um . . . my clever retorts. Note the sprig of holly etched on the front. Clever Retorts

True, I'm full of clever retorts, witty comebacks, and the occasional snarky remark. And I do have a soft spot for things adored with holly. But what was I supposed to dowith this jar? Fill it with my written quips? Rubber bands and binder clips? Grocery and pet store receipts? (Yes, I know that last one doesn't quite rhyme--though it looks like it should. Doesn't it?)

Craigslist to the rescue--again. Yay!

I posted an ad in the free section and got two respondents: one from a guy who had to get something for his friend's birthday tomorrow and wrote "She loves crap! When can I come pick it up?" (Hey, you're not allowed to call it crap. Only I can do that.) And the other respondent was a polite and friendly woman who said she "adored" my clever retorts jar and would be happy to give it a new home. Perfect! This cute, little handmade pot--while not my style--deserved to go to a good home.

What's even better than finding this doodad a new home is that its new owner rode her bike to pick it up--from four or five towns away. Way to cut back on the carbon footprint!

And while I'm bummed that I didn't get to meet its new owner (I love being able to tie a face and a name and a story to my old possessions, if you haven't noticed), I'm delighted to know that this quirky little catch-all (or catch-nothing, as was its case in my home) is sitting pretty on a kitchen counter waaay on the other side of Boston.

_________________________________________________________________________ © 2009 Good Karma Housekeeping. Making the space--mentally and physically--to live happily ever after. One tchotcke at a time.

Old News Is Good News

The whole stack of magazines I enjoy perusing magazines--so much so that I kind of don't loathe waiting around at the dentist office or the Jiffy Lube or whatnot. Doesn't matter if it's Family Circle or Family Dog. Mother Earth or Mother Jones. I find them all interesting. However, once I'm done with a magazine, I'm done. Finished. That's why waiting rooms are so great. I can leave the magazines right where I found them, keeping the clutter out of my home.

Nevertheless, the car and I are pretty healthy, so I don't spend that much time in waiting rooms. But I have subscribed to more than a few magazines over the years, most of which I've just been stacking up and up on my bookshelves.

So, why was I holding on to all of these old magazines? Did I really need to fill my bookshelves with their colorful spines all facing outward as if to say, "Look at me--and look at my titles! Aren't I well-fed, well-versed, flexible, well-adjusted, worldly, wine-savvy, and stylish?" (Amazon.com, by the way, offers some unbeatable prices on magazine subscriptions.)

What to do, what to do . . .

Why not send them back to the waiting room? A woman from the Brighton-Allston Mental Health Association got in touch with me through my Craigslist posting looking for a new home for my old magazines. Being a private, nonprofit organization, money is tight--and waiting room niceties, like magazines, are a bit of a luxury. The facility serves a low-income demographic and likes to let its clients take home a magazine if they wish. Sounds like my old magazines will indeed be put to good use.

So, what do you all do with your old magazines? Are they accessorizing your bookshelves, too? Have you read them all? Ever refer back to them? Still have your copies of Sassy from 1988? Please, do tell.

_________________________________________________________________________ © 2009 Good Karma Housekeeping. Because less really is more.

Send Me On My Way

It has been a Craigslistin' kind of week . . . I've had these two, tiny little guardian angel lapel pins for nearly 20 years. Back in the day, they were all the rage. Okay--maybe not all the rage, but they were fairly popular at this little new age jewelry/gift store in my hometown of Madison, CT, called Down to Earth. So I bought a couple and, sadly, never wore them. Instead, they sat in a little mauve velvet compartment in my jewelry box.

Today, I packed them up and sent them on their way to a woman who works in a nursing home. She has two residents who are getting ready to move out on their own, and thought that having a little guardian angel to make the transition with them would provide some needed comfort. 

Guardian angel lapel pins, on their way to do their job . . .

_________________________________________________________________________ © 2009 Good Karma Housekeeping. Because less really is more.

Missed Manners

Miss Manners book This evening, I gave away a few bottles of perfume that I hadn't worn in quite some time: two of which made me sneeze (Bvlgari and Hugo Boss) and the other (Lucky You), which just wasn't me. Per usual, I had posted three ads in the "free" section on Craigslist--and per usual, I was hit with quite a few responses. The woman I gave them to was excited to share them with her two teenage daughters. Sure, the math worked out neatly on that one--but mostly, I chose to give the perfumes to this woman because she was friendly and polite in her e-mail. Two qualities that will always win me over.

Now, I know I work with words for a living, so perhaps I care/read into communications a little more than your average bear, but I truly wish more people would realize that manners always count. Even when you're not face to face. Even when you're bidding on a stranger's free Craigslist stuff. Lessons learned on Sesame Street; reinforced in Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood.

As I stood in my driveway chatting with this kind mother of three, she asked if anyone else had responded to my ads for the perfumes. "Oh, lots of people," I said.

"What, and none of them showed up?"

"No, you're the only one I responded to. You got my attention by being so friendly and polite."

_________________________________________________________________________ © 2009 Good Karma Housekeeping. Because less really is more. (Photo credit by bjornmeansbear via Creative Commons--thank you!)