My love affair with jewelry started when I was very young. My grandmother collected tambourines, and from time to time, a jeweler would visit her. Whenever that happened, I would just sit there in awe of things that sparkled.
Today, my sons see me looking at some of the small pieces I have been given. They call them my treasures—and they truly are. That’s what I love about jewelry: their sentimental value. It’s almost the 40th day of my grandmother Helen Orosa del Rosario’s passing, and I find myself always wanting to wear a piece that came from her. Not something exactly like what she had—I’ve had most of her jewelry redone—but still hers, a tangible memory of her love for me and mine for her.
@riarecommends: We’ve always had each other’s backs, always ready to lend a bejeweled hand. @mikaelamartinez @triciacentenera