Tuesday Trinket.

This week, allow me to present the possible jewelry box of Dorothy Parker’s relative:
Box

Please excuse the cat hair clinging to the edges.
I can’t seem to remember exactly when I got this, or where, but I know it’s from one of the antique stores I used to frequent five or six or seven years ago. There was a note inside, indicating that the box once belonged to Dorothy Parker’s…grandmother? Aunt? Yet another detail I can’t recall, though I happen to know the note is somewhere in one of my boxes, so I will show it to you when it turns up.

I have had a long, torrid love affair with Dorothy Parker. A Telephone Call was my favorite short story in high school, and Ms. Parker’s voice was one I carried in my head as I slouched grumpily through the halls. Her humor was wicked, and her point-of-view decidedly feminine in a time when much of literature was dominated by a stifling cocktail of Serious Manliness and privileged male angst.

Who knows whether this old, stained, slightly furry jewelry box really and truly belonged to Dorothy Parker’s grand-niece or second cousin or long-lost confirmed-bachelor uncle. You can’t trust everything a little old antique merchant tells you, I know. But the fifteen or so dollars or so I paid for it are no match for the delight this thing brings me as a sort of literary talisman, and I consider it money excellently spent.

And, speaking of jewelry boxes, or at least things one might put in them, after seeing my post about the charm Scott bought for my birthday, Tania of Julian & Co. has graciously extended 15% off to my readers (use the code “FLOTSAM” at checkout). Happy Tuesday!