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46 | The Jewelr y Book THE SHINE WE CARRY by Danielle Barber '' '' The jewelry that we never take off— now that's the kind of accessory that's more like a lifetime commitment than a fashion choice. It's those pieces that becomes part of our skin, so ingrained in our daily lives that we'd sooner forget our own name than leave them behind. When the New Year rolls around, it's not just about clinking glasses and questionable resolutions, but also about our trusty jewelry pieces that accompany us into another 365 days of joy, chaos, and maybe a few bad decisions. For me, New Year's Eve has always carried a quiet sort of enchantment, the kind that settles over you before you realize it. When I was young, I would crack open our front door and let the winter air spill in, sharp and clean, and gaze out at the snow-covered street—back when winter still knew how to snow. Outside, everything shimmered. e world felt paused, as if the night itself were listening. Christmas lights glowed in the windows of our mostly Italian-American neighborhood like tiny constellations strung across porches and rooops, casting warm halos on the dris. It was a stillness that felt sacred, a hush that made you believe that anything—absolutely anything—might be waiting just beyond the turn of midnight. To this day, that exact feeling remains. As I reflect on the year, a glass of bubbly in hand, charcuterie board nearby, I am aware that the jewelry I wear carries far more emotional weight than I ever admit. Somehow, I always end up choosing pieces that "feel" as if they're humming with a kind of cosmic energy, tiny talismans I slip on without thinking. D A Z Z L E ere's the gold Leo medallion my parents bought me in San Juan when I was eight, still glowing with childhood sunshine. And the two diamond bands that travel everywhere with me—commuting beside me on ordinary mornings, then zigzagging high above the clouds on every business trip as if they, too, have a frequent-flyer number. Some jewelry pieces are the unsung heroes of our lives— quietly holding it all together. On New Year's Eve, each piece becomes its own quiet resolution, whispering its promise against my skin. You will have an amazing year, they seem to say—part blessing, part spell, part sparkling hope I choose to believe in. And that, truly, is the charm of it all. e jewelry we never take off becomes the steady constant in the whirlwind of New Year's promises. It doesn't judge. It doesn't negotiate. It doesn't ask for anything but to be worn. It simply stays— quiet, loyal, and shimmering—as we vow (yet again) to become better versions of ourselves, knowing full well it's still the same old us, just adorned with a little extra shine. So here's to the pieces we wear day in and day out—may they always sparkle, may they always remind us of where we've been and what we've overcome, and may they bravely endure whatever questionable outfit choices we throw at them in 2026. It's still the same old us, just adorned with a little extra shine.

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