Last fall I lost a treasure I could never replace – at least I thought so at the time.
I was trying on clothes at Chico’s in Tuscaloosa and pealed off some unbecoming shirt – probably yellow. Who can wear yellow without looking anemic? Along with the hideous shirt went my silver locket – a piece I’d had for 30 years. It contained photos of my two most favorite people – my sons.
As I drove home, I suddenly felt “light.” I reached to finger my locket which I wore every day of my life. It was gone. Frantic, I tried to think where I’d been and where it might have been lost. Somewhere around Vernon, Ala., I remembered Chico’s awful yellow shirt.
I called the store and sure enough they found my locket the dressing room. Since I’m a Chico’s “Silver Customer” – the nice lady agreed to mail it to me. Two days later the envelope arrived – a tiny cut had been made in the envelope and the locket had been removed.
The post office said it probably hadn’t been stolen – just wouldn’t go through the postage meter so they took it out. Right. I left phone numbers in case it turned up, but I knew someone else was wearing my locket. I wonder if they have my boys pictures still inside.
Today, my neighbor, Brenda, called to say she had a surprise for me. She came over and pulled a little sack out of her jeans.
MY LOCKET! Well, not really my locket – but a better facsimile –because it had some fabulous etching which my old 1970s version didn’t have.
Brenda owns a gift shop in Starkville – Alma’s Attic and the Merle Norman Studio. She has been looking for a locket like the one I lost for months. At last, she found it. She brought it over and held her hands behind her back and said, “Which hand do you want?” (I love that game.)
I cried, she cried. Isn’t life grand? And miracles show up when you need them most.
You might notice the little “bean” beside the locket. It was given to me by someone else that I love very much. It is a red bean from New Orleans jewelry designer Mignon Faget. The bean is for luck. I added it hoping I never lose my locket again.
I know, I know, I shouldn’t put so much importance on material things. But hey. You glean strength from the oddest sources. I’m back, yall. I’ve got my locket.
A personal note to my friend from Ponchatoula– I ‘m not risking sending my precious moon vine seeds in your envelope – You will receive a little box in a few days. They are also compliments of Brenda – the miracle lady. She says to wait to plant until Good Friday and let them run wild. You will have the biggest treat come September.