When I was a child, I believed that finding a stone on the shore that had a perfect circle of minerals around it was good luck. The more circles, the more luck. But, I still loved flawed ones, too, especially if they were interesting colours. So, I scoured the beach at the family cottage for lovely stones. This is one that I’ve carried with me, no matter where I’ve moved, as a reminder of home and the beach.
This is a hand painted gold jewellery box of my mother’s. I can’t remember if she gave it to me before she died or if I acquired it after she died, but I’m glad I have it. It’s small and simple and roughly made, but I love it. When I was a child, it always seemed to be filled with treasures. They weren’t fancy treasures, as my family wasn’t wealthy, but in a child’s eye, they were like the riches of a pirate’s chest.