my dad decided to divvy up moms jewelry. Weird, right? Then he said he could sell it at one of those gold places. I said no, you can’t. I told him, what if Eshiva wants it when she is old enough to appreciate it?
Meh.
So I went through it. I tried on the opals, which Sara wants. I don’t want them anyway. I took her wedding band (I haven’t worn on in ages, as I outgrew my silver one) and I also took my dads original wedding band (the one he outgrew – I believe he’s been wearing his fathers).
I asked him to keep the rest. If he wants the box out of his room, I’ll find someplace in our room for it.
In other exciting news, school starts soon! That means I have time to paint, and I’ll have more time to tattoo and draw and otherwise do the things I’ve been putting off for the past almost nine years. Yay!
