Monday, April 14, 2014

Pandora's Box -- I Mean Bracelet


My husband isn't a fan of gift giving occasions.  He never knows what to buy me and I really hate having to tell him what to go buy so I just generally say I don't want anything.  However, this last birthday I was determined to find something that he could buy and even provide future gift solutions.

So, I started exploring Pandora bracelets and even pinned some to my Pinterest page.  I wasn't sure I wanted one of these but they were intriguing.  So, after playing on the Pandora website and looking at all the eye candy there I finally got so confused I dismissed the idea until......I decided on a theme.

I have a traditional charm bracelet that my husband gave me for my 16th birthday.  I have added all manner of charms to it over the years -- all commemorating something.  Then, he bought me another traditional charm bracelet for my "family" charms honoring my kids and grandkids.  That is all I intend to put on that bracelet to keep it light weight.  The teenage bracelet is heavy and makes lots of noise so I don't wear it too often.  I wear the "family" bracelet quite often and I just didn't know about another "charm" bracelet.  What I came up with is a "genealogy" bracelet.  Putting charms on to honor my ancestry.  My ancestry isn't too varied so I figure I can fill in with some of the pretty spacers and interesting beads.

At any rate this is what I have so far:

The bracelet

Claddagh for my Irish Ancestry

Feather for my Native American Ancestry

Crown for my English Ancestry

These are the clips I chose






Now I need to find something for my Welsh ancestry -- I just can't find a cute dragon so I might have to settle for a daffodil.  I am looking at a windmill for my Dutch ancestry and I need something for the small bit of German ancestry.  Unless I discover something else, that pretty much sums it up.  I guess I am going to have to buy lots of spacers!  At least that will help my husband with gift giving frustrations!

Musing Mondays (Apr. 14)

MusingMondays5Musing Mondays asks you to muse about one of the following each week…
• Describe one of your reading habits.
• Tell us what book(s) you recently bought for yourself or someone else, and why you chose that/those book(s).
• What book are you currently desperate to get your hands on? Tell us about it! 
• Tell us what you’re reading right now — what you think of it, so far; why you chose it; what you are (or, aren’t) enjoying it.
• Do you have a bookish rant? Something about books or reading (or the industry) that gets your ire up? Share it with us!
• Instead of the above questions, maybe you just want to ramble on about something else pertaining to books — let’s hear it, then!


Today I am just going to talk about childhood and my books.  A little sentimental for some reason so I thought it appropriate.

When I was small I was fascinated that people could actually read words and there was meaning.  I remember, quite distinctly, sitting on the sofa (it was a brown tweed, modern affair with one arm) next to my mother as she read the newspaper and asking her what it felt like to be able to read.  It was a skill I longed for because instinctively I knew that if I could read I could know anything I wanted to know.

There was a neighborhood toy store by the name of Ann and Tom Brown.  It was located several blocks from my house, still within walking distance although it was a long walk, and we visited there often.  It was a wonderful toy store with all manner of things.  I remember being completely in awe of the marionettes and their assortment of Vogue dolls.  I also remember their novelty items like these big balls of crepe paper which, upon being unwound, were found to contain small trinkets and tokens.  Great fun.  

I remember one day, in particular that my mother and I were there.  We went to buy a book.  My mother decided I was old enough for a chapter book that we would read together.  I hadn't learned to read yet so I must have been about four.  The goal was, since naps had ceased, to use the book for rest time.  We chose The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum. Apparently the Oz books were her favorites growing up. I remember her reading the book to me in the afternoon and I could just picture the characters and the scenery.  It was a good time and something I tried to repeat with my own children--they were great fans of the Bunnicula books.

Now I have the privilege of caring for my youngest grandchild -- the loveable Bean.  Now that nap times are quickly becoming a thing of the past but rest is still needed, I decided to return to the scheme my mother began with me.  Tomorrow we will start reading The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. 

I went to B&N a couple of days ago and purchased a leather bound, hard back copy for her personal library.

 B&N has a lovely collection of classics for children, reprints of older editions and I think it would make a lovely series to collect.  When we get finished with Oz, we might move on to Peter Pan or Alice in Wonderland although I get a bit itchy with Alice long around Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum time.  

So, tomorrow we will be taking flight on a cyclone and visiting Munchkinland and getting to know all the characters.  I am anxious to see how Bean does -- if she has the patience to stay with it or if her 3-year-oldness takes over.  At any rate, I am sure I will enjoy it.