Speaking of necklaces.....this morning I was racing to get out to work and searching frantically for the necklace that goes so perfectly with my ballet pink sweater.....stung! hit right between the eyes....I realized I have a problem! I was pulling out little jewel bags and rolls searching for the necklace and rediscovering necklaces I had forgotten. I truly have a stash and I really like all of them...one after another I found tucked away under lingerie, notes from my children and all the bits of my life that I keep hidden in my dresser drawers. They were like old friends...they attended fun events with me, sad days and picked me up on the day we met. I suddenly remembered after my parents' deaths the sorting out of their things...oh no, if I die before my husband, he will see. He will be disappointed in me for my weakness
and utter frivolity...I now feel like Madame Bovary. What to do?? Murder is not the answer; suicide seriously limits all future occasions to which I could wear said necklaces. I must furtively ponder options....tomorrow. Tonight I will wrap two or three around my neck and go out and laugh and sip champagne!
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