Charms of yore

The Weekend Australian - Life - - STYLE - KEN THOMP­SON

In Syl­va­nia in the 1970s, when the height of fash­ion for Syd­ney sub­ur­ban males was two-tone cor­duroy flares and a snug striped Tshirt, I en­vied all things shiny and new that turned up in my sis­ter’s wardrobe and on her per­son — and none more so than her charm bracelet.

My par­ents were travel ob­ses­sives and I can barely re­mem­ber a din­ner ta­ble con­ver­sa­tion with­out the words Qan­tas, Pan Am or BOAC thrown in. On over­seas trips, it was al­ways a treat to visit a lo­cal jew­eller and ob­tain a new charm for my sis­ter’s gold bracelet.

I can­not re­call her ac­tu­ally wear­ing the bracelet, as from around the age of eight it was so heavy it re­quired a fork­lift to get it on to her wrist. It spent most of its life in her mu­si­cal jew­ellery box — the one with the bal­le­rina that danced to a slightly of­fkey tune.

I’ve been plan­ning a fash­ion shoot up at Cabarita Beach, for which the Tiffany Com­pany has kindly con­structed for us a gold charm bracelet. It has a trop­i­cal theme, with ukule­les and palm trees. For me it is al­ready stocked with great mem­o­ries and when it adorns the wrist of our model, the look is pos­i­tively charm­ing. kthomp­son­[email protected] big­pond.com.au

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