My Grandma was almost seventy years old when she found out that her parents weren't really her parents. She said she always felt like she wasn't apart of her family. Intuitivly she knew the truth, but it wasn't till a distant cousin spilled the beans, that her favorite uncle growing up was actually her father. I can only imagine how awful that would be to experience first hand. It was difficult enough for me to deal with the thought that my great grandparents, my Nanny and Poppy, were now my great-great aunt and uncle. My Mom always told me how similiar me and Nanny were; same attitude, the same shoe and jewelry obsession and the ability to read more than the average person should. It amazes me how similar we can be, yet technically be distant relatives. Nanny had left my Mom with all her jewlery when she died, including her wedding band. So in a very rare, bonding moment, my Mom let me have some of her costume jewlery. Amazing. I love the vintage feel, and the uniqueness (sp?) of each piece. Ever since, I have been on the hunt for more vintage jewelry. Antique stores are my favorite. Even though we aren't as closely related as I once thought, Nanny is still my fashion icon.
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