I have one less necklace in my possession and I am appalled at the gall of whomever stole it.
I wouldn’t mind so much except it was perhaps my favorite piece of jewelry – not worth much – only a sterling silver rectangular locket with photos of my two favorite men inside – no not my boyfriends, my sons!
Here’s what happened. A friend and I drove to Tuscaloosa on Monday to do a little nosing around the stores. Trying on a blouse in the dressing room, I ripped off my sweater along with the necklace which I wear all the time.
As I redressed I discovered the necklace on the floor, but elected to finish dressing before retrieving it. My mind, as usual wandered ahead to whether or not to purchase the blouse along with a million other things, and I walked right out without picking it up off the floor. Shame on me and my wandering mind.
Three hours later on the way home I discovered the missing locket. I immediately called Chico’s and asked if anyone had turned it in. They hadn’t, but the sales lady went to check the dressing room and there it was!
I asked the nice lady to mail it to me never dreaming a postal worked would ever decide he or she needed it more. Had to be someone at the post office. A tiny slit had been cut at one end of the envelope and it had been removed from layers of tissue paper.
Maybe the police can lift prints – you can bet I’m going to pursue it.
Yet again, I wax philosophical. The necklace was only a material possession, and I still have my two boys alive and well. William hated his photo anyway – it was taken when he was in high school and had dyed his hair a gothic color of black and blue.