Clearing out a drawer today, I came across a small, square box which contained a necklace that I had received for some Christmas or birthday and which I had completely forgotten about. I’ve never really been one for necklaces — I don’t like the feeling of a weight of hanging off my neck, and this one looked particularly heavy. I could see why it ended up in the bottom of that drawer.
But something possessed me to try it on, and I was surprised to find it was light and really quite comfortable. And surprised even more by how nice it looked. I was wearing a pair of old jeans and a plain v-neck t-shirt I’ve worn a million times, but this necklace seemed to suddenly liven things up. I looked… well… dressy! I left the necklace on all day.
Lying on the bed to feed E2 down to sleep tonight, she spotted the necklace for (what was apparently) the first time with a look of surprise, which quickly changed to intrigue.
“Mummy, what is that?!?”
“It’s my necklace.”
“Can I touch it? Can I touch the middle bit… there?” Her face was all scrunched up.
“Yes, go ahead.”
She lifted her hand toward the necklace, finger outstretched, hesitated a moment, and then pressed it gently against the middle of the pendant.
“OH!” her eyes wide, her face a picture of completely shock.
“What is it, sweetheart?” I asked, suppressing a chuckle. What about a necklace could possibly be so surprising?
“I thought…” she looked up at me, still startled and a little confused, “I thought it was cheese!”