The Stars and the Cookie Jar

So, I'm sitting here next to the clutter of -- wait, did I take my debit card out of my work pants? I did -- the clutter of wallet, jewelry-box, ghost-eater arcana, and other things, such as my certificate of birth (complete with my Deep and Inscrutable, Singular Name) and checkbook, which I do not wish to put into a box and ship off into the night.

Contents of jewelry-box: one beaded bracelet with flowers, handmade by a suitemate when I was in the hospital the first time in college. One bracelet crocheted in warding patterns by shirei_shibolim 's wife. Gold bracelet with a heart, always too small, given me by Anya for our sixteenth birthday.
Three rings: the silver claddagh Dedric gave me when I was seventeen, the diamonds in gold she offered when I was eighteen. (They matched. If you were wondering. I mean, we exchanged.) The gold and aquamarines from Dero.
Heh, my birthstone's aquamarine. Never noticed before.
The amber Triumphant Sun I always wear, the Seal-Flipper pendant I wear when occasion demands something delicate, the Key to the Underworld knot in silver, which I haven't worn in a year; a Hebrew-monogrammed locket, an English-monogrammed locket and a filigreed four-panel locket I got at an estate sale.
And all my work flare. The Company is big on pins for reward purposes, because you can wear them on an apron; and there are some of which I am so dorkily proud, it's not funny. (Either they're old, or demand real excellence in a realm outside Just Coffee.) Three Mug Awards, two old-style and one of the new all-chrome ones; a Bravo for the CPR-on-a-custie thing, a 100% Snapshot camera, a You Rock! from Fearless Leader. Old-Style and New-Style L2L pins, Old-Style Barista Cert pin, Coffee Passport Cherries Pin (ahahahaha PH3AR ME) and the Moste Coveted Starbucks Green Team Pin, for which you must go out and do at least four volunteer events in the nasty sun and the icky dirt. It's a tree, shooting out of a coffee cup, very charmingly enamelled. (volunteer less and you get a hat. A consolation hat! Who needs a hat? I have a pin. [I also have the hat.] )
And Raissa's Zionist pin, wrapped in muslin, bubble wrap and plastic and still not taking up a lot of room. It's blue enamel, white enamel, and gold. It has travelled close to me since I found it, in her folio in the State Archives in Vilna; even when all the papers have been given over to USHMM, all the photos reside in controlled acidless anoxic booths.
It's so small, thumb-nail small. You'd barely have noticed it on a lapel. I like to think Violeta gave it to her for her first act of civil disobedience, or something.