Starting out at around 4 years old, I've steadily developed what I consider to be a healthy obsession with jewelry. I have fond memories of sneaking into my grandparents' bedroom during bustling family gatherings, going straight for my grandma's beautiful jewelry boxes and stacking on all that I can before I inevitably get caught. Good thing I was cute so no one ever really got mad; instead my grandma would tell me sweet stories about each one of her pieces (many of which were gifts from my grandpa he had picked up from around the world). It's these stories that make me cherish vintage pieces like these beauties in the photo above.
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