
Last week I joked I'd "skipped" my eldest daughter because she'd "have the maturity to deal with it." She wasn't skipped — hers just took until the next Christmas. A coral reef from the island we've dove for a decade.
Follow-up to last week's three walnut jewelry boxes for my wife and two of my three daughters. I ended that post with "one lost out — that's another post," and in the comments I joked I'd skipped my eldest because "she's older, she'll have the maturity to deal with it." An eldest daughter in the comments told me that's exactly what parents always think. Fair.
So, for the record: she wasn't skipped. Hers just took the longest — because hers is this.
We've been going to Pine Cay in the Turks & Caicos for more than a decade. She was 7 the first year and 17 the last. I learned to scuba dive there, and this reef is that stretch of water she grew up in.
It's a working jewelry box, not just a panel:
- The fish sit on ~1/8" posts, so you can hang necklaces and bangles off them.
- The seaweed tips turn outward to hang jewelry too.
- The coral has a hollow carved into it for rings.
Woods are just what I had around — maple for the ground, bloodwood for the dark current bands, curly maple for the base, elm for the coral, and what I think is zebrawood for the seaweed.