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A Necklace That Won My Heart

I’m a simple girl.  Really I am.

There are few materialistic things in life that catch my eye.  I don’t have to have the newest, best, or most stylish.  My car is more than 10 years old, my TV is not a flat screen or a plasma or a high definition, And until recently, I had a cell phone with an antennae for crying out loud!!

I can pass on lots of stuff.  Except for Sara Lee pound cake in the freezer section.  I rarely can pass that up, so I avoid that aisle completely.

With the exception of food, not much catches my eye.

But I crossed paths with a necklace a couple of weeks ago that made me swoon.  My heart beat rapidly.  I fell in love with it.  It was clunky, funky, chunky, and gawdy.  But gawdy in a good way.  The price tag on it was a little more than I cared to spend on jewelry.  I prefer the 25 cent machines in the foyer of the Pizza Hut,that is more my speed. 

So I walked away from this necklace.  With much sadness I might add.

I ventured to other booths set up at this fine, family event I was attending.  I looked at purses and shoes and candles and pot holders.

But I kept thinking of that funky necklace.  I wanted it and I wanted it badly.

I checked my pockets and had just enough money to buy the neckace and have some money leftover for a turkey leg, so I caved and bought the necklace.

I put it on immediately and got a couple compliments.

Then I wore it to work the next day.

I got more compliments on that necklace than I’ve received in all my born days on any thread of anything I’ve ever slapped on my body. 

That evening, I came home with a boosted self esteem.  I was relaxing in my Lazy Boy and my neck started bothering me.  I reached up to rub the back of my neck and felt a lot of little bumps.  I recently have been ill with an infection that has reared its ugly head in all manner of ways, so my first thought was “Oh my gosh, now I’m getting a rash, it must be the infection trying to get out of my body!”

But no. 

It later dawned on me after washing my neck and the irritation disappearing, that I was having an allergic reaction to my new necklace!!!  The necklace that I pined for.  The necklace that jumped off the table into my arms.  The necklace that made others wish they were me for just a fraction of a millisecond.  Or maybe not on that last sentence. 

I am heartbroken over it.

So I’m left with a dilemma.  I can wear my new necklace with a turtleneck, which I despise or I can give it away.   gasp!

I’m going to attempt to wear it one more time to see if my problem persists.

I’m hoping for the best.

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I’m Angel, a.k.a. Rocket Surgeon, and these are my chronicles. I love writing and I believe our stories should be shared, so here you’ll find anecdotes of my life, loves, worries, fears, joys, and experiences. I blog about my mishaps and adventures as a wife, mommy, auntie, wanna-be writer, teacher, Texan, country/city/mountain girl, cereal killer and Jesus-freak. A few things you might discover about me: •Jesus is my everything; without Him I am nothing, but with him I can do all things •My family makes this world a better place for me to live in •I adore chickens, the live ones, although the cooked ones aren’t too bad either •I have 2 dogs: Grace and Ozzie. And one cat: Rocky Muffin •My dream job would be to raise chickens and write best sellers Thanks for stopping by. Kick off your shoes and stay awhile. I know your time is valuable and I honor you for spending a few moments here with me. I hope you find something to brighten your day, lighten your load, make you chuckle and remind you of the good in the world. “When you look for the bad in mankind, expecting to find it, you surely will." Pollyanna I’m always eager to meet new online friends, so leave a comment and introduce yourself.

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