I cannot remember where I bought the ring box, it may have been portobello market. The hinges are broken so the lid is not attached. It weighs heavy and cold in my hand. I love the romance and intricatness of the design. It sits on the chest of drawers in my bedroom, guarded by a small wooden angel (a Christmas gift of a few years hence, from my sister-in-law’s mum). The ring box has the rather important task of housing both my mother’s and grandmother’s wedding rings as well as an opal ring that was a birthday gift from someone very dear to me. I am constantly replacing the lid, which opens of its own accord. I find it comforting that my home is full of playful spirits who pop in from time to time.
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