I spent an hour this morning looking for something that would restore order to the heap of earrings and necklaces I usually keep in, well, a heap. It was a Sunday morning kind of inquiry, the kind that’s not really all that important, but you’re drinking tea and the computer’s right there, so why not? I found something really quite beautiful to hang my jewelry on — a manzanita branch nestled in a wooden base. It was 98 bucks. No kidding. Almost ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS. Yes, beautiful. No, not that beautiful. I mean, even if I happened to have a spare 98 dollars, I wouldn’t use it to buy a manzanita branch nestled in a wooden base. Anyway, I went outside to clear my head and calm down and noticed that a twig had snapped off our azalea bush. (I think it’s an azalea, anyway.) How did it get snapped off? I wondered about that for a minute, but I’m pretty sure it was the same kid who was, earlier today, looking at a youtube video called “Rugby Fight” that had, no lie, almost three million views. Kid + Rugby Ball + Inspiring Youtube Video. Enough said.
Yes, I know. You know exactly what I did. I took the 99 cent vase I got at IKEA, put all my ceramic pie weights in it (cost zero because next time I make a pie I can dump them out of the vase and use them) and stuck the stick inside the vase. HAHAHAHA. And then I hung my jewelry on it.
And to make this a book/reading post that is at least marginally related to the topic of where to put one’s jewelry, I’d like to say that Stacy Schiff’s biography of Cleopatra was really wonderful, told as it is from a more feminist perspective and giving Cleopatra her due as a very smart woman, an amazing tactician, and a pretty charming diplomat. If Cleopatra kept some of her earrings on a stick, it would definitely be a gold one and it would be be loaded down with a lot more impressive swag than my own. Still, she ruled Egypt. Me, not so much.