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!”
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.