family tree pt1.

I’ve always been sort of obsessed with where i come from. As a child o loved it when grandma would tell me stories of old days, later on i grew to love old clothes and everything else found at the attic. I think this is where my love of  vintage and flea markets origins from. Last week, grandma made my day by giving me all of her old jewelery… she says she’s too old to wear it (bullshit to me as i’ll never be too old for bling). Though it has almost no commercial value it is of course priceless to me.
I thought the best way to categorize it is to start waaay back and showing you great grandma’s pieces. There’s not much left but the thought of this ring and pedant being about 100 years old gives me the goosebumps. I’ll try not to wear them much to keep them intact until the day i can pass them on to my grandchildren 🙂