Oh my darlin’, oh my darlin’, oh my darlin’ starfish neckl’ce ….
November 27, 2007
This is why I can’t have nice things, Part II.
Last week, possessed by who-knows-what, I took off my sterling silver Elsa Peretti starfish necklace because I was wearing gold earrings, and stowed it NOT in my purse or a safe, zipped, safeguarded pocket of any sort. Since the past 4-5 days have been such a harried blur, I just cannot remember where I put it. Days later, walking around with the phantom feeling of the necklace resting in the hollow of my throat, I finally realized that I’d never put it back on. It felt like it was with me this whole time, but it hasn’t been! In fact, I’d stripped off all my other jewelry days ago, returning to my normal, jewelry-free state, and I have NO IDEA what happened!
I am, to be blunt, freaking out. The necklace was a birthday gift from BoyDucky years ago. How could I be so careless? It was a cherished gift that he picked for me, thinking of how I would never ever be so extravagant as to ask for or pick out anything from Tiffany & Co., and knowing that if I were to want something, it would be something other than the ubiquitous, generic heart design that every boy picks for his girl. This despite my never wearing any jewelry for him to base his selection on. He’s good, that one. Starfish was special. And now, after days of never touching hand to heart, I can’t stop placing my hand over where Starfish would form a comforting imprint in my palm, wishing and hoping that it’d materialize.
Good luck finding the necklace! I also lost a pair of earrings that I really liked…luckily I had broken up with the boyfriend that had given them to me…
Thanks for stopping by and for the encouragement! As you may have noticed, I added you to my blogroll. I found myself thinking about and checking your blog (not in a stalker way!) to see how things were progressing, so I figured it was time to add you. š It was annoying to have to go through other blogs or google you every time.
I surely hope you find your necklace. I hate when I do things like that–I have no one to blame but myself! Now, my mom would say: where’s the last place you saw it?
Sense to dollars, you make, well, SENSE! š
MsMD, check the bottom of your laundry hamper! (I’m sure you’ve already checked the pockets of the clothes you were wearing.)