I'm not what you would call a jewelry person. I don't accessorize well. And I lose jewelry all the time.
Wait until you hear where I lost the most recent piece.
Last year on the last swim of the summer I lost a diamond earring in the pool. And this was after losing a sapphire earring earlier in the year. I know these are just decorative items but they were also gifts and losing the gift feels like I'm being careless with the feelings of the giver.
Yet, for some reason I asked my husband to help the boys give me jewelry on my birthday this year. I always feel like I should wear more, but I never do. I'm too lazy to put jewelry on, even really lovely jewelry. And I have no eye for knowing what makes an outfit pop.
But I forged ahead with the birthday jewelry. We went to a department store. I didn't want anything expensive, I just wanted something they picked for me.
First, my middle son selected a silvery, sparkly heart locket on a necklace. It was adorable and gaudy and I loved it.
But then my older son came to me with a necklace he had found...and I loved it. Knowing I love elephants, he had hunted around until he found this charming little fellow. I gushed. I grinned. I told him how much I loved it. I went way too far overboard. And even though I'm not amateur-level mom, I made a serious error by showing my enthusiasm because my middle son burst into tears. He knew (we all knew) I liked the elephant necklace more than the heart necklace.
|I couldn't help but love it.|
My husband and I went into emergency-emotional-repair mode. After some intensive soothing he selected a lovely bracelet that I really love and wear quite frequently. He's too young to realize what an effort I'm making to put it on. Finally my youngest chose some sweet heart-shaped stud earrings. It took awhile because he wanted to pick the biggest dangliest earrings he could find but I explained patiently over and over and over that I wanted earrings that I could run with, wear under my bike helmet and under my swim cap. I am not the person to take earrings off and put them back on. Once they are in, they are in.
|He liked the chain mail look|
Except they are not. Somehow my earrings always come loose. I should've noticed the warning signs. After I would towel-dry my hair I'd hear an earring hit the tile floor. I found earrings on my pillow in the morning when making my bed. I lost the back of one and put a new back on that seemed tighter. I should've made the other one tighter because yesterday it fell out of my ear into the toilet. I think. I heard it hit somewhere in the bathroom but when I stood up I could not find it. I searched everywhere. Everywhere. Everywhere. There was nothing else to do but scour the internet before my three year old notices and freaks out. I flushed.
|Last of the earrings|