Almadean-y

This post actually started in 2000(ish). Big Poppa's Mom (Almadean) passed away around the time I was graduating/ going to Baylor. (Sic 'em Bears.) And, as families do, we had to go through all of her things and pick what stayed and what went. I chose a few baubles-- costume jewelry, mostly-- to keep. A few of those were kept in a special place-- to one day be used at my wedding. Namely, a necklace that I (eventually) re-fashioned into a headband, and two necklaces I strung into one. 

I woke up on the morning of the wedding and headed to brunch with all my fave ladies (hey-oooo)!! Lo and behold, Aunt Amy (Big Poppa's twin brother's wife... catch that?), showed up with a GIANT box and demanded I open it immediately. And to my complete surprise and amazement, I found the rest of her jewelry. Things that I figured had been sent to the thrift store for some other person just like me to find and enjoy. But noooo. IGETITALL. It was probably one of the best presents I have ever gotten in my whole entire life. I found rings, necklaces, bracelets, clip-on earings (BOOM.), and in just about every color combination possible. I was in heaven. 

I returned from the honeymoon to a (merged) home with junk in seemingly every crevice (still feels like that at times). And the one small hope for the second bedroom is that it would one day turn into a relaxing, homey, wonderful place that would (somehow) showcase Almadean's jewels. (I say jewels loosely. They're all fake. DON'TEVENTHINKABOUTSTEALINGTHEM. Amidst all the clutter (seriously, embarrassed to show you a picture of the rest of the room), I find respite on top of my dresser and on the walls (trying not to turn around to piles of clothes and/or dogs and/or dogs on top of the piles of clothes). 

This is my new favorite place to be. (Other than in my lover's arms. OOOOOHYEAHIJUSTDIDTHAT.)