I could never figure out why my mother had so much jewelry.
In a little girls eyes, my mother had tons of jewels and could never wear it all.
But, she was always buying new stuff. I could never understand it.
A person just needs a few basic earrings, pearls,
a couple of diamonds (fake or real), just the simple stuff or so I thought.
But as I aged, the more jewelry I seemed to acquire.
It baffled me as to why I had this unconscious need for more
earrings, bracelets and necklaces.
Was I becoming my mothers daughter?
Or was there some other sub-conscious reason as to why I was making these purchases?
One day I was trying to reason my way out of a new pair of earrings,
I looked in the mirror and I noticed a new wrinkle.
I immediately bought the earrings.
Sometime later, I was trying on bracelets and notice a new liver spot on my hand,
I paid $60.00 for the one I had on.
I was never a big fan of necklaces until I noticed the skin sagging on my neck and chest from too many years of sun tanning.
And then one day it hit me! I was buying jewelry to hide the fact that I was aging.
I was sub-consciously hoping all the pieces that were accumulating in my jewelry box was taking away the focus of my ever
increasing wrinkles,lines, spots and sagging skin!
Now I'm not saying that wrinkles were my mother's reasons for
purchasing jewelry (although she did have over 300 pairs of earrings
at last count) but there is a common theme between mother and daughter here.
When I look at her, I have the same lines on the upper lip, a spot in the same place on our hands and I really don't want
to mention any other lines and spots in honour of my mother as she would never want me to mention them
but could there be a world wide theme to the purchases of such jewelry? (Other than the fact that the men in our lives can't think of nothing else to buy for us.)
I guess each woman is entitled to her own reasons for acquiring jewelry. But as life shows no signs of making me any younger and if the acquisition of the odd pair of earrings is my way of dealing with this process,
I consciously say, with purpose and dignity, upward and
onward to Michael Hill, Ben Moss, Peoples, Fifth Avenue and fabulous independent jewelers everywhere,
Thanks.
(At last count I had around 40 pairs of earrings)
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
My Mother and Facebook
A Twitter posting today from Chris Brogan said to blog about your mother on Facebook. Really?
Oh okay. My mother is Estella, her name means "star" and I've always loved her name.
She named me, Lois which means "battle maiden" and I've always hated her for it.
But that's a blog for another day.
My mother, well, she has Alzheimer's. I'm still grateful that she still knows me when I visit
and knows my voice when I phone her. She's weak, opinionated, fragile, falls and won't use a walker.
We should have suspected she had Alzheimer's a lot sooner when the mice invaded her condo
and no one else had mice. She had been buying food and forgetting she
had bought it and then the mice just made themselves at home with the hefty stash
in the cupboards and pantry.
I just thought she was getting old, we all get old you know.
Also when someone gets old, they don't want to clean any more, I don't want to clean any more!
So I thought the condition of her apartment was just that, getting old.
But when family isn't around a loved one for extended periods of time you
just don't see or recognize the gradual decline into the dungeons of senility.
Finally, my sister Laura, who is my mother's caregiver had her diagnosed and we
moved her into a series of homes for the elderly as she declined and was unable to
care for herself.
But my mother is on Facebook. She doesn't write on it or post anything funny.
Laura, created a Facebook page for her, so we her children, can know how she is doing.
So I guess this blog is about my sister, Laura,
who diligently and faithfully cares for my mother so that the rest of us don't have to worry about her.
Thanks Laura.
Oh okay. My mother is Estella, her name means "star" and I've always loved her name.
She named me, Lois which means "battle maiden" and I've always hated her for it.
But that's a blog for another day.
My mother, well, she has Alzheimer's. I'm still grateful that she still knows me when I visit
and knows my voice when I phone her. She's weak, opinionated, fragile, falls and won't use a walker.
We should have suspected she had Alzheimer's a lot sooner when the mice invaded her condo
and no one else had mice. She had been buying food and forgetting she
had bought it and then the mice just made themselves at home with the hefty stash
in the cupboards and pantry.
I just thought she was getting old, we all get old you know.
Also when someone gets old, they don't want to clean any more, I don't want to clean any more!
So I thought the condition of her apartment was just that, getting old.
But when family isn't around a loved one for extended periods of time you
just don't see or recognize the gradual decline into the dungeons of senility.
Finally, my sister Laura, who is my mother's caregiver had her diagnosed and we
moved her into a series of homes for the elderly as she declined and was unable to
care for herself.
But my mother is on Facebook. She doesn't write on it or post anything funny.
Laura, created a Facebook page for her, so we her children, can know how she is doing.
So I guess this blog is about my sister, Laura,
who diligently and faithfully cares for my mother so that the rest of us don't have to worry about her.
Thanks Laura.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Snowflakes and Sunshine Greetings to you all!
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