Pandora's Box

I really don't know what got into me on Sunday, I rolled out of bed bright and early, saluted the marathon runners trotting past my living room window {poor red-faced souls} and launched my own eight hour cleaning marathon, denim dungarees and all. Secret Ashi fact.... I'm a bit OCD.... okay, I'm very OCD especially when it comes to my house being in order. I don't know if there are many out there who share my guilty pleasure, but a good old fashioned, crank-the-tunes and clean-your-heart-out session, to me, is bliss. I especially enjoyed taking apart and polishing my vintage jewelry box. I don't remember too much from my childhood, but I remember so vividly being seven years old and visiting my grandparents house in Tehran when I first found the lovely cherrywood box with gold engraving that belonged to my mom {azar- that's her name}. I begged her to let me bring it home to Canada with me. She agreed to it, under the condition, that I carried it back with me in my knapsack. Now this meant getting rid of some toys and books and lugging the very heavy multi-layered box on my back for parts of a 15 hour journey home.... but to me it was totally worth it. For the past few years my beloved jewelry box {full of all my jewelry} has been in storage {trials of gypsy life}.  I only recently managed to retrieve it on a trip to Montreal. It's funny all these years later, I'm still more than willing to painfully lug it with me wherever I go.... now it sits perfectly on my 50s dresser in Brighton along with other precious items I'd happily drag half way around the world.

xo Ashiberry