A tale of tragedy, loss, suffering, determination, and ultimate joy!
Recently, a devastating event occurred in my fashion accessory life. I was compelled, by despair...well, and the law...to issue a public & formal apology (I'm certain that my jewelry chest mourned for days after...).
For days I lamented my loss. For days I searched the "information super highway"--although my original can never be replaced--for Sparkly Peace. Each search came up empty...I do have requirements, ya know. Standards, one might say.
They must be at least 1 1/2 to 2 inches in diameter, be truly sparkly, and dangle in a way that each stone catches, gently hugs, then delicately refracts all manners of light. Standards you see.
On this, my third, and resignedly final, day of searching the good-ole www, I typed in my query (that's Internet talk for "so here's what I need"), and dismally pressed Enter (that's the "NOW SCOOT and go find me what I need" button). Albeit, my mind said this effort was futile, my desperate hopefulness kept reminding me that one can find ANYTHING online. Mr. Analytical purchased "skunk odor" for a science fair project for Big, and a friend of ours even found "red fox urine" on Ebay (don't ask...)! But, I digress.....
Where was I? Search....Enter.....AH! Yes. That, my fantastically bejeweled friends, is when the rhinestone-embellished-pearly-gates of accessory-heaven opened and the radiant beams of a crystal-miracle shown upon my 13 inch gateway to the world!!
Once my blessedly-blinded eyes adjusted, here's the beautiful panacea I beheld:
And the goddess that showered me with sparkly healing affection? It was none other than the most superlative jewelry-saint...RHUMBA!!!
THANK YOU, RHUMBA! You are the Jewelry-Mecca that provided the healing balm for my down-trodden accessory collection! (And, they're not even paying me for the props! They are just THAT good!)