This post is about one of my most cherished vintage pieces, so please excuse me if it comes out a bit sentimental.
This beautiful jewelry box once belonged to my maternal grandmother. I remember, as a child, sneaking into her bedroom just to admire her vanity. She had so many beautiful things on top of it and and I would dream about some of them belonging to me one day. Little did I know...
Years later, during the first time I went home (Brazil) after she passed away, my mom and my aunt decided it should be mine. We all cried and hugged and talked about how much I always wanted this little wooden box.
I keep it exactly as my grandma left it: in need of a little restoration and with a red ribbon tied to the key. It now lives on top of my vanity and I hope it will someday belong to a granddaughter of mine.