Brooches: The Lost Accessory
Updated: Apr 2, 2020
I’m obsessed with brooches and have been since I was a little girl. I’ve always thought they were so fancy and sophisticated; the perfect accessory to finish off your outfit.
I sound like a woman much older than 36, don’t I?
You have to remember, my upbringing was heavily influenced by older women. I was very close to two of my great grandmothers, Dorothy and Frances, who were born in 1915 and 1918 respectively. Dorothy died when I was 15 and Frances died when I was 21. I was also very close to my grandmother, Dolores, and her first cousin Annie. Annie died when I was 14 and Dolores died when I was 30. When Annie died, I was given her “A” brooches, as I was the only one in the family with an A name at the time.
I could barely contain my excitement, and I wore them all the time. But listen, it was 1995 and folks just didn’t wear brooches anymore. And certainly not 14 year old girls.
Babydoll dresses and plaid skirts were more the style, ya know?
So I put away my brooches and cherished them as a reminder of Annie. Recently I came across a pin on Pinterest about vintage brooches and fell in love again. On an impromptu trip back to my mom’s house (thanks Hurricane Irma), I mentioned to her that I wanted to start wearing brooches. She went to her closet, pulled out a box, and gave me 18 brooches.
She had been holding on to brooches from both of my great grandmothers and my grandmother. I was so excited, not only to have a collection of brooches, but also to have the brooches I’d admired so much as a child. I plan to hit up some Goodwills and antique stores to add to my collection, but I love that I have these and they are so special to me.
Pictured below are all my brooches, with my original A’s off to the right.