We finally finished doing battle with our insurance company after the break in so it was time to compile the list of all the things that got swipped (Like a Good Neighbor, State Farm will screw up your life, not return your phone calls and hire morons in their local offices).
This was hilarious for all the reasons that any interaction in my house is hilarious. Boyfriend is super efficient and thorough - and I am a freaking space cadet. I made my list from memory (duh, but Boyfriend also had receipts and whatnot to help prompt his memory) - which meant that there was no order or thought put into it. For goodness sake - the list started as an MacBook sticky note, before Boyfriend made me transfer it to an excel spreadsheet. To be fair - his list was all electronics, which can be easily found on the internet and cross referenced. It is nearly impossible to describe most jewelry (apparently), making it even more impossible to find it using a basic google search.
So I did what I could and gave the list to him to work with. Then this conversation happened:
"You put lightship basket earrings on your list twice."
"Yeah. I had two pairs."
I did. I had two pairs of lightship basket earrings. Because what my Grandmother lacks in creativity, she makes up for in her giving spirit. Two pairs - one that just sits on your ears (from my google searching I believe these are called "post") and one that has a post backing but like hangs down (so I have dubbed, "dangling"). Two pairs of earrings that were, sorry Granny, almost identical and now I don't have either.
It's strange. I didn't think I'd miss them. They were cute, but completely absurd and made me feel a little pretentious, mostly because when people would ask, "are those earrings baskets?" I would have to explain that they were actually Lightship baskets which were a thing from Nantucket which is a place that is kind of a big deal where lightship baskets were kind of a big deal which I guess, begrudgingly makes Me a big deal..."
Why I have to explain this, I am not quite sure.
Anyway, on Monday night I wore my Lightship basket necklace for the first time in (possibly) ever. It was silly, but reminded me of my Grandmother and her island and her stupid, stupid addiction to these ridiculous things.