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When I was a shy little 19‑year‑old in my first week of university, I sat in Sociology 100 quietly minding my business. Then a blonde girl sat beside me — and thank goodness she did, because moments later the prof announced one of those dreaded “let’s get to know each other” games. You know, the kind where you’re supposed to talk to a stranger for five minutes and magically find three things you have in common.
Before panic could set in, the blonde girl turned to me and said, “Want to be partners?” YES
Our three things in common, I remember them perfectly: We both loved cats, we were both from Toronto, and the craziest thing, we were born on the exact same day.
From that moment on, we suffered through Sociology together and stayed friends throughout university and beyond. She was funny, energetic, and endlessly kind. Her name was Iris… except it wasn’t. Her first name was actually Marguerite, like the daisy, though nobody ever called her that.
Fast forward a few years, and the heartbreaking news came: Iris had been killed in a car accident in Stouffville. One of the saddest days ever.
So these earrings — the Marguerite Earrings — are named for her. Elegant, and full of quiet beauty. Exactly the kind of thing Iris would have worn.
Add them to your cart and carry a little piece of her light with you.
Sterling silver, silver plate.
When I was a shy little 19‑year‑old in my first week of university, I sat in Sociology 100 quietly minding my business. Then a blonde girl sat beside me — and thank goodness she did, because moments later the prof announced one of those dreaded “let’s get to know each other” games. You know, the kind where you’re supposed to talk to a stranger for five minutes and magically find three things you have in common.
Before panic could set in, the blonde girl turned to me and said, “Want to be partners?” YES
Our three things in common, I remember them perfectly: We both loved cats, we were both from Toronto, and the craziest thing, we were born on the exact same day.
From that moment on, we suffered through Sociology together and stayed friends throughout university and beyond. She was funny, energetic, and endlessly kind. Her name was Iris… except it wasn’t. Her first name was actually Marguerite, like the daisy, though nobody ever called her that.
Fast forward a few years, and the heartbreaking news came: Iris had been killed in a car accident in Stouffville. One of the saddest days ever.
So these earrings — the Marguerite Earrings — are named for her. Elegant, and full of quiet beauty. Exactly the kind of thing Iris would have worn.
Add them to your cart and carry a little piece of her light with you.
Sterling silver, silver plate.