Friday, March 24, 2006
Grandma's Crown Jewels
I am the teacher who wears sparkly things.
Today at preschool a little three-year-old fellow was admiring my necklace.
"It's so sparkly. It's so nice, he said, touching it with wonder.
"Thank you. I like it too", I said.
"My mummy doesn't have one like that", he said wistfully.
"But your mom does wear pretty necklaces", I assured him.
"Yes, but...but...." He frowned as he searched for the right word. "Not so ... awesome !"
I am so glad I work at a place where you can throw on a rhinestone necklace to go with your jeans and feel pulled-together.
If you have children, or just want to feel like a princess, consider wearing those jewels from the bottom of grandma's jewel box. It's a awful shame to let them stay hidden away in a drawer.
My mother has passed all sorts of beautiful vintage brooches and necklaces to me from various relatives and I've developed quite a fondness for glittering baubles. So far all of them have come to me through family, but lately I've started to eye the ones in the local antique shops and on Ebay with covetous eyes.
But I'm saving my pennies for other things right now, as always seems to be the case, alas.
However, yesterday a four-year-old showed me her little pink plastic card with the Barbie logo on it. It had a little serial number and a space for an expiry date.
('Hey! My dollies never had credit cards', my inner child said indignantly. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.)
"What do you use that for?" I asked the child bemusedly.
"Well," said the little girl, "It's for shopping. You just stick it in the cash register and you get clothes and stuff. " She leaned forward, cupping her hand to her mouth and whispering conspiratorially: "But don't worry! It's not REAL money."
Ah! That's the answer! I just need to get hold of one of those little pink credit cards and all my bling bling acquisition woes will be over.
Hmmmm...now I just need to find an airline that honours the Barbie logo.