My collection of vintage jewelry has shifted from broaches to screw-back earrings. They are virtually guaranteed to be vintage, and they definitely fit with my sense of style.
When my grandma passed away, I was so pleased to be able to select some of her pieces of jewelry, including a pair of screw-back earrings. They are unusual, and I receive lots of compliments on them. It does freak people out when I reach up and pull it off my ear to show it to them. I remember seeing that in many a black and white movie (the pulling off of earrings, not freaking people out), and I always thought it was a cool movement.
I recently went on an eBay shopping spree. The last pair I purchased I chose because they made me smile.
It didn’t hurt that shipping was free!
I was so happy on the day I debuted them … until one was missing. I had changed clothes for an appointment and put the earrings into a pocket for safe keeping, but I forgot to button that pocket to secure them. Later I realized it wasn’t there: It was somewhere between the office and my car.
When I got to work the next morning, I scoured the parking lot … twice. It wasn’t there.
I pride myself on not being attached to stuff, but I really missed that earring. I stopped and thought about it and realized that the emotion, which was out of proportion to its cost and intrinsic value, was because it was my first time wearing them and that it was my own foolish mistake that took it away from me.
Later that day I was collecting the mail and a flash of metal caught my eye: my earring!
Much like with my lost cell phone, I was elated to get back my missing item, and yet I was wondering if I need to start permanently attaching things to myself, like they do with kids and mittens. I’ve lost two things in three months. Maybe I’ll learn that pockets aren’t the most reliable storage devices. Wait a minute! My clothes have a formed a conspiracy against me!
What was the last thing you lost? or Have you ever thought inanimate objects were out to get you?