|Necklace courtesy of VintageTreasures4U|
I had memories of it, my mother let me play dress up with it and my favorite game was playing queen. I was convinced at age 3 or 4 that I was not really a member of my family because I didn't look like them at all. Everyone had dark hair and eyes (actually Daddy had blue eyes and a red beard if he let it grow). So in my young mind I was practicing for the day I was rightfully restored to my royal family. I think this fantasy was fertilized by the coronation of Queen Eliz. II on my 3 or 4th birthday. My sweet mother never dashed my dreams. She let me revel in the royal fantasy and generously let me play with her precious jewlery. I wish I knew where she got a piece so out of her style, a special occsion piece? A gift?
When I saw the similar item at a vintage site I convoed the shop owner telling my story. She was sweet and reponded with a kind response. (Now I think why would she want to know, if I had one I wouldn't be buying hers,) but that was not her attitude at all. Next I created a treasury just around this piece of hers.
When something is an important part of our past it carries the energy of the times that were important. If there were a fire and I lost it I would be fine. I have the memories and that is what is important. However I hung the set from my french bulletin board and glance at it occassionally and smile. I have been known to walk over and put the set on while i sit in my craft room and work. I look at them like they are the crown jewels.
Now at 64, I realize I am not a princess in waiting but I have discovered the real jewels my family has given me. Imagination, and self-worth, the purple necklace reminds me of that truth and I love that little red-haired girl who was allowed to dream.