I ordered this necklace today at Etsy after finding a small trove of acorns outside. The acorn has always been a kind of totem of mine. I grew up on a street in Plainfield, NJ lined with huge oaks. Every fall the neighborhood kids would hold acorn fights – one side of the street against the other. We’d go up down the street scooping up acorns, dodging behind and between trees.

I always loved the feel of acorns. Finding one with its cap on was better than a bare one, although you could find stray caps, too, and match-make. The prettiest ones were not to be thrown, but to be saved on the bedroom nightstand like little characters, like jewels or some wonderful, impossibly innocent money.