My mother’s collection of bangles has been accumulating over time since my childhood. From a humble bangle stand to a cabinet dedicated just for them, my mother has cherished the collection and preserved it with utmost care and attention. These bangles have been passively present in my life and family, and I see them as artifacts in their own right. Being given the responsibility of preserving this collection is an honor; wearing them is a passage to reactivating the stories they hold. The act of putting on the bangles is an indulgence in nostalgia. What starts as an indulgence in memory leads to frustration caused by the immobility of my arms and hands. The greater number of bangles I wear, the more they weigh me down, turning my arms into robotic limbs, limiting their function. The extravagance of the bangles feels more like a burden and less like contentment. While indulging in nostalgia may feel great, this video performance asks, “How much is too much?”