I wore my charm bracelet for the first time in ages the other day. I’ve stopped wearing it because the clasp needs fixing and I don’t want to lose it. But I was missing it, so I put it on and went out. By mid-day — after it had almost fallen off several times — I had put it in my purse for safe-keeping.
My mother made this for me between my 15th and 18th birthdays, and I love it. I love it because she chose each charm for me and about me; I love it because it’s delicate and pretty; I love it because it makes a wonderful jingling sound when I wear it; and I love it because there isn’t another one like it. Need to get that clasp fixed so I can start wearing it on the regular again.
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