Past: I like simple things. Glamorous simple things. This keychain—a gift from my mom, maybe eight or so years ago—twinkled with the best of ’em, but really just had a bit too much tchotch going on for my taste. (Yes, Mom—I know it was from a boutique. And yes, I know it was probably expensive(ish). And yes—I could have given it back to you. But that’s beside the point.)
When I got a new car a few years back, it came with a really big key. So big that it was like a keychain in and of itself. That key plus this jingly Brighton keychain was a bit much. So I scaled back. I felt so unencumbered!
Present: I don’t know too much about the woman who I gave this keychain to—other than she lives in a neighborhood that I drive by often. She was quite excited to receive this charm-adorned keychain though. That’s good enough for me. I can’t go getting sentimental about everything now, can I? Well, maybe . . .
