Six things a little bird bracelet gets right that thirty years of jewellery boxes got wrong, written down by a customer, not a jeweller.
I am 62 and I can count my everyday jewellery on one hand. My wedding ring, my watch, and two bracelets I have owned for thirty years. Nothing new has earned a place in that little rotation for decades, and plenty has tried. Then I sat with my foils in at the hairdresser’s, staring at the wrist of the woman in the next chair, and three weeks later I am writing a letter about a bracelet.
It is called the Vintage Bird Bracelet, from Hamilton Island Boutique, a small Australian boutique that has been quietly dressing women our age for a few years now. I bought it fully expecting it to look cheap when it arrived. It did not, and I wrote to the boutique to tell them why, and they asked if they could put my letter up for other women to read. So here it is, the six things this one gets right.
Bracelets, if you have shopped for one lately, come in two piles. The first pile is costume jewellery made for somebody forty years younger, all glitter and dangling charms, the sort of thing that looks silly next to a 62 year old wrist. The second pile is so plain and apologetic it may as well not be there at all.
Sitting on the cords is a small silver toned charm, three little birds side by side on a branch. It is the sort of detail nobody sees across a room and everybody sees across a table. People lean in, and then they ask. It reads like a piece with a story behind it, a gift, an heirloom, a holiday, rather than something that came off a rack of fifty identical bangles.
The band is two slim rounds of soft brown cord, smooth and flat against the wrist. It does not rattle on the table when you are eating, it does not catch on knitwear when you are pulling a cardigan on, and it does not leave that green mark cheap bangles do. It simply sits there, quietly, all day.
Brown cord and a silver toned charm is about the most forgiving combination there is. It looks right next to my watch, right on its own, right with my two old bracelets, right with a summer dress or a winter jumper. There is no outfit in my wardrobe it argues with, and I have tested most of them.
It weighs next to nothing. If you have given up bracelets because they knock and slide and generally make themselves known all day, this is the opposite sort. By the second morning I had stopped noticing it, and at our age that is the highest compliment jewellery can be paid.
This is the one that surprised me. Cord bracelets usually mean fiddly knots you need a second pair of hands for. This one has a proper little clasp on a short chain, so it does up in a second, and the chain gives you a bit of length to play with, so it sits exactly where you want it, snug or loose, small wrist or not.
I went back and bought a second one within the fortnight, for my sister’s birthday, and I will tell you why. It arrives looking like a considered gift, a little piece with some character to it, not a plastic pouch of costume jewellery. The woman from the hairdresser’s bought one for each of her daughters. That tells you everything about the sort of thing this is.
You can find a bracelet for under fifty dollars almost anywhere. I know, because a drawer upstairs is full of them. Here is the difference, laid out plainly.
I will be straightforward about the price, because it was the thing that made me suspicious. The bracelet is $44.95, and it was $78.86.
The boutique says the summer sale price is about clearing the season’s stock directly, with no middleman taking a cut, and that at this price they are barely making anything on it. That is their arithmetic, not mine. What I can tell you is that I have paid more than this for bracelets that were in the charity bag by Christmas, and this one has not been off my wrist in three weeks.
If you have wanted one small piece that goes on in the morning and simply stays, this is the one I would put on your wrist myself.
Summer sale on now. Small batches, and once this one is gone it is gone.
About the writer. Helen Barrett is 62 and lives in Mooloolaba, Queensland, with a labrador. She has bought jewellery for fifty years and written to a boutique about it exactly once. She is not a jeweller.
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