Jewelry. In My World, Each Piece Has a Story.

I am wearing the stone on a silver chain in this picture.

In my world, every piece of jewelry I own has it's own story. For example, today a co-worker admired my lovely multi-color blue molten glass necklace wrapped in silver. It really was quite stunning against my sky blue turtleneck, I agreed. I then had to tell her the story of how I got it, along with an entire skit, with shuffling, hand gestures and all.

A few years ago Bruce, Leroy and I brought Bruce's parents cross-country from Olympia, WA to Roseau, MN. Along the way we stopped at several national monuments, one was Mt. Rushmore.

I had my birthday while we were in Montana. Mom & Dad Davis felt bad that they had only bought me a mug with a bear on it from Yellowstone. When we got to Mt. Rushmore, we were at a local artist community and there was lots of homemade jewelry. I spotted the molten blues and pinks stone wrapped in silver with a hammered silver collar and exclaimed, "Isn't this lovely? I just love this!".

As I moved on and turned a corner, I saw Melba grab Ed's arm. Together the tiny couple shuffled toward the necklace and I saw Melba gesturing and whispering to Ed. They both grabbed the neck it was displayed on and excitedly hurried back to the counter, together.

Every time I wear that necklace, I remember how delighted they both were to give me something I loved. And, I hold them and my necklace even dearer in my heart for what I saw that day.