Faux or Fabulous? Jewelry Shopping
Welcome Back! It's a beautiful, breezy day here in Northern California, I have a fresh cup of tea on hand, and I'm ready to tell you all about shopping for genuine jewels. If you haven't read the first post in this series, you can do so here. So sit back,...
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I'm so glad that you're here, ready to learn about one of my favorite topics: whether gemstones are genuine or not. Since you're here, I'm guessing that you're probably interested in one of two things: Is the jewelry I inherited from grandma real? How do I...
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Bangle Bracelet Sizing
Who doesn't love a big stack of jingling bangle bracelets? If you're ordering online, how do you know that you're ordering the right size to fit over your fist? Luckily, it's not hard at all! Grab a measuring tape or ruler. Make a fist with the hand you...
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Eight Stories in Eight Days: Day Eight – Wedding Reception
This is the last story in my series of eight, and it has been the hardest one to write. I was originally going to entitle this post "Wedding Day," but as my husband so helpfully pointed out, our actual wedding was several months prior to our reception, a civil...
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Eight Stories in Eight Days: Day Seven – I, Benevolent Art Dictator
This is the tale of my rise in childhood to become the most powerful art dictator of Hamilton, Virginia, population 800. Well, no, it's not quite like that. One of my fondest childhood memories was setting up art projects for my younger siblings. I used to create "art...
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Eight Stories in Eight Days: Day Six – My Grandparents
I couldn't write this series of eight stories without telling you about my grandparents. My grandfather was born in 1920, and my grandmother in 1925, so when the U.S. joined World War II in 1941, they were both young adults. Grandpa was hired right out of college as...
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Eight Stories in Eight Days: Day Five – The Torpedo Factory
Today's story is about a day I don't remember very well. I don't remember how old I was; I don't remember the weather, or what I ate that day. I'm not even 100% sure who was with me. So why write about such a day that's so foggy in my memory? Despite the lack of...
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Eight Stories in Eight Days: Day Four – My First Job
For Election Day, I've decided to tell the tale of my first job - as a telemarketer at the Republican National Committee in Washington, D.C. And yes, it's as bad as you're probably imagining. Before I start my story, I'm going to tell you that I am neither a...
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