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Wednesday – The Barmaid's Earrings
Jun. 18th, 2008 03:00 pm.
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Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about how an object's value increases from a small dollar amount to priceless when it has a good story to go with it. I came into the possession of several such objects this weekend.
Take, for example, the pair of earrings that my Aunt Jo gave me. They are small pearl stud earrings, circa 1950. They are a tiny luxury, but a luxury even I could afford to buy for myself if I wanted to. At least, they were until she told me where they came from. Now there is no way I could ever afford such earrings. They are a treasure handed from one hard working woman to another, and finally passed along to me wrapped in a priceless story.
( A fallen woman – in more ways than one. )
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Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about how an object's value increases from a small dollar amount to priceless when it has a good story to go with it. I came into the possession of several such objects this weekend.
Take, for example, the pair of earrings that my Aunt Jo gave me. They are small pearl stud earrings, circa 1950. They are a tiny luxury, but a luxury even I could afford to buy for myself if I wanted to. At least, they were until she told me where they came from. Now there is no way I could ever afford such earrings. They are a treasure handed from one hard working woman to another, and finally passed along to me wrapped in a priceless story.
( A fallen woman – in more ways than one. )
