I do love my jewelry. I fell in love with vintage rhinestone jewelry when I was a very small girl. I used to sneak into my Mom's vanity drawer and model some of her necklaces and earrings in the mirror. I thought I was a genuine princess. My mother has Alzheimer's now, so a few years ago I retrieved those few pieces of the costume jewelry as a keepsake to remember her by. She hasn't known me for several years now yet I can look at pictures of her from the 1940s, I can clearly see her spirit. I found that she even worked in an airplane factory in WWII...she was a "Rosie The Riveter". She was just a cool lady.
Here I was approaching 50 yet when I tried on the jewelry again, I still felt like a princess. All those memories came back to me and it felt great. Thus my collecting of vintage jewelry began. Trust me, it can be real addiction...they are such great looking pieces of jewelry so it's very hard to stop. I collect them because I love wearing them. It's like taking a "happy pill" when I put them on. I'm on cloud nine. I wouldn't dare trade them for "real" jewelry...they are priceless to me.
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