I had a charm bracelet when I was a little girl. Unfortunately it got stolen, which just broke my heart at the time. It wasn't about the value of the object in dollars that made me sad but rather the loss of the collective story that each charm brought to the bracelet as a whole. It was a personal story that got taken with those silly charms, this one given to me by my mother, this one bought at an antique shop on a trip to England. I still remember that bracelet foundly today. Which may be why I love the stella starsky and quinn cox necklace above and the sharon khazzam necklace below. So fabulous! There is no way I could afford (or would want to) either of them, but I love them as examples, nonetheless.