|This would be enough jewelry for me...|
On Saint Patrick's Day, 1999, I came home from work about 5:30 p.m. to find a four-inch hole in my apartment door where my lock used to be. Now, knowing the ineptness of my management company and their maintenance people, my first assumption was that the lock was being replaced, and they were doing a really LOUSY job...
But you guessed it - I'd been robbed. Various sundry small electrics, my college diploma (seriously - not my high school, not my graduate school, just my college diploma!) and of course EVERY piece of jewelry except what I was wearing that day.
I'm still a bit bitter about this, because they also got a really cool black leather jewelry case that looked like an old-fashioned train case. That case made carrying out all of my jewelry easy for them...
Between the police and the insurance company, I eventually felt thrice victimized. The police were deeply not interested in my paltry theft, and the insurance company pretty much denied that I'd ever owned any jewelry at all unless I had photographs or receipts to prove what I had owned.
Thus, I say to you: dump your jewelry onto your bed. Take some decent photographs of things - close enough to be able to show size, design etc. Email the pictures to yourself and just leave them in your email forever. (also a good way to have permanent access to images of your passport and the contents of your wallet)
Now tidy up and go on with your life, knowing that in some way you have just hedged a bet with karma. And have a beautiful weekend!