Fulfilling a dream
I was walking in a shopping mall when a stall's array of jewellery boxes caught my eye. Unable to stop myself, I paused to look, to touch, to dream.
I've always wanted a musical jewellery box, or one of those inlaid with mother-of-pearl... I'm a sentimental, die-hard hopeless romantic. "Are you shopping for your mother, or for yourself?" the sales assistant asked, and, too embarrassed to speak of long-suppressed dreams and vague hopes, I said it was for my mother. "Mother's Day is coming," I noted, smiling faintly.
It was a stupid lie, to no purpose. Mom would have no use for a jewellery box. She doesn't wear jewellery, you see. No earrings, no bangles or bracelets, no rings; and only very occasionally, a brooch. She used to wear a gold chain with a small heart-shaped gold pendant but now she doesn't even wear that anymore. I once gave her a pretty silver brooch for her birthday, but a few years later she told me it had tarnished, and said not to buy "these kind of things" for her because they were a waste of money. Indeed, she's never bought me a single piece of jewellery that I can think of.
In some ways, I'm a very girly girl. I love accessories and have lots of hairbands, earrings, necklaces, chokers, bracelets, bangles, and other stuff, not to mention lots and lots and lots of SHOES. I'm also the antithesis of Mom.
Living away from home is a relief to me because I don't need to face comments and remarks about how much stuff I have and how unnecessary it is and how much money I've spent on it and so on so forth et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. I used to dream of having a room of my own with a dressing table, which I did finally get when we moved to our own house when I was 15 before that, I'd been sharing a room with Blink. But barely three years later I left for college, and since then my semi-nomadic existence (I've moved 7 times in 9 years) has precluded anything so extraneous and bulky as a dressing table.
I store my accessories in smaller-sized tiered plastic drawers for convenience. It's practical, but soulless and not particularly aesthetically pleasing. Why is it that practicality and aesthetics so rarely go together? Like, ladies have to kill themselves walking around in high heels just to show off sleek calves and sinfully long legs, not to mention a nice butt and sexy glide?
So anyway, today I fulfilled another one of my long-suppressed dreams and bought myself a red velvet (or at least it feels like velvet) jewellery box. Spent more than I should have, but I don't expect anyone else to get me something like this because firstly, no one can read my mind, and secondly, I don't have a boyfriend whom I can drop hints to :P