Charms of yore
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