I got an email last week from David Yurman announcing a new line of 5 mm stacking bracelets.
Here they are:
The rose and yellow gold ones are pretty spendy, but the silver ones (I like the tarnished one) are well-priced.
I’m really not in the market at all for another stacking bracelet, and I was a bit soured on David Yurman after two events last year.
Event #1: A bracelet that I’d had less than a year went AWOL. After ripping the house apart, interrogating the children, wondering if someone stole it out of my locker at work, searching high and low in my office, and inquiring at the gym lost and found, I just came to a place where I secretly thought I probably didn’t fasten it quite right and it carelessly slipped off, leaving some incredibly lucky person as a finder on the street.
I moved on, not in the best way (this is me, after all), by buying an exact replacement.
Plus a few new friends for it.
Event #2: One of those new bracelets was a huge impulse buy. Huge. And in my excitement, I decided to wear my new bracelets right out of the store and forego any and all packaging, requesting that the store email me my receipt.
Except they didn’t.
I had the bracelets, but no paperwork. No problem, I thought (cue foreshadowing).
About four months after this spree, the impulse bracelet broke at the hinge. I wasn’t even putting it on or off; I just looked down and it had fallen apart.
I was too stunned to cry, and I wasn’t sure what to do. My luck with David Yurman was starting to become pretty lousy.
Spouse kindly did the legwork and sent the bracelet off to an official David Yurman repair center. It was gone for four months but came back fixed, and for free! Worth the effort.
Fast forward to last weekend: Trixie (6) was digging in my jewelry box, as she tends to do. She brought out a small box that holds a pin belonging to Spouse from his college days on the crew team. It’s a pin for being a letter winner in the sport, and since Spouse is not a jewelry guy, it’s lived in that box for, oh, nearly twenty years.
I was folding laundry on the bed and she emerged from my closet with the box, saying “I have a little pin and a bracelet.”
A quick glance seemed to confirm that she’d put the replacement bracelet in the box.
Me: “Hey, look out. I already lost one bracelet exactly like that and I don’t want the new one to get hidden in the box so I can’t find it.”
Trixie: “Umm, well, this one was in there already and I may have put it in there a long time ago.”
Could it be? It was!
Lost bracelet found.
I was so happy that I couldn’t even be mad about the whole ordeal.
But I will have my eye on her.