The whole old/new/borrowed/blue thing was always something I thought was kinda cute, but I wasn’t really too bent out of shape about getting it all in my wedding “look.” My superstitions are many, but that isn’t one of them. As it turns out, though, the accessories I pulled together happened to hit up all four points! Observe:
At my bridal shower, Mama Hammerhead gave me something incredibly precious: the stones from three of her grandmothers’ and great-grandmothers’ engagement rings, to be made into a necklace for me. It was amazing. I may or may not have cried, and I am most definitely *not* a crier. Afterward, she took it to our local jeweler, and he came up with this. I am so psyched and honored to get to wear those pieces of our family history down the aisle—a little “something old” from those who went before me.