I'm not a shoe addict, unlike most women, and I buy almost all my clothes practically wholesale in the garment district. (Some might say that explains a lot about some of the prints I wear. But since all clothes are pretty much made in the same sweatshop, I have a hard time paying the markups on them.) Nevertheless, I take my gems and baubles very seriously, and I know where all of them are at all times.
Which is why, when, this past Thanksgiving, two of my favorite Baccarat necklaces went missing after a trip, I nearly lost my mind. They were given to me by two different men, and both had a lot of sentimental value. One was a present from TR after Andre was born, and the other was the first one I was ever given, which started my slight obsession with all things Baccarat.
I was so upset about losing the necklaces, I couldn't even talk about it. People would ask if I'd ever found them and I would just grumble under my breath. You would have thought someone had died. I thought about walking over to the store on Madison Avenue and replacing them, but these necklaces aren't exactly cheap. Also, they were gifts. Why should their replacement come out of my pocket?
TR and Andre went away to Pennsylvania this weekend and took the suitcase that I'd used back in Thanksgiving. When TR was unpacking he noticed something bulging out of a pocket in the lining. I didn't even know there were pockets in the lining. It was my necklaces! I have no idea how they got in there. When I came home late on Sunday afternoon from a client, they were sitting on top of my computer, waiting for me. I nearly jumped for joy.
So...all is right in the world as far as my gems are concerned. But just because I found these two, that doesn't mean I won't accept any more. There's always room for a new addition.