It’s almost time to ornament. Not just tables and lintels and trees, but ourselves. Some, here in the US, adorn with holiday brooches. One can either make fun or enjoy. As holidays are best irony-free, I take the second course whenever I can quiet the thought, “Huh. Swarovski Rudolph. OK then.”
In that spirit, Sue, over at Une Femme, is having Show Us Your Brooches Day. High WASPs respond well to authority, so here you go.
It’s a baby pin, or so my mother said once. I had another, a bar pin of pale blue enamel with a little central diamond, but I think I lost it. Maybe gave it to a sister? Hmm. Along with two diamond stick pins. Lesson: Don’t give family jewelry to your teenager. Do give to your sisters and sisters-in-law.
Can you imagine, no matter the financial resources, pinning diamonds and pearls on babies? Maybe this was for older girls? Perhaps one of you with deeper knowledge than I can shed light?
I digress again. Holiday brain in action.
I wear this piece two or three times a year, when I feel like sparkling in a discreet, daytime way. Pinned to a collar or a lapel. The particular shirt above is a Brooks Brothers no-iron button front, appropriately enough. This is the only brooch I’ve got, as remembering that I have a dangerous pointy thing somewhere on my clothes troubles me.
Here’s to you, Sue, and anyone else with Brooch Fortitude, less prone to accessory nerves. Long may you pin.