|I'll wear a heart for you.
||[May. 15th, 2009|11:21 am]
She was not the kind of girl who wore jewellery, had for years worn only a necklace in gold with a heart as a pendant. She would sometimes, for special occasions exchange for other jewellery, but the heart was one the few things that remained almost constant. The earrings were the simplest money could buy, gold because she was afraid of allergies and she lost the back constantly, last time this morning during breakfast as she was fiddling with them. They were bought used in a small store.|
The necklace with the heart had too many memories tied to it, and she had put it away for a while, as she decided she needed time to think, to reevaluate her life. She was wearing silver now, a pendant her grandmother had bought used in the same store where the husbands owner had died of cancer, and had had it repaired, replacing the missing stones at the edges in Italy, because it was cheaper. Her mother had paid for repairs and there were 3 generations tied to the necklace.
They never bought anything in the shop any longer, when the cancer had been diagnosed the used jewellery and stamps had been sold to a young couple who wrote prices on anything and didn't give an inch. The half an hour that they used to spend in the store, the rings that had been found and displayed without the owners watching them like hawks no longer happened. New generation new rules, but she missed the laid back attitude.
She didn't know what the change from gold to silver meant, if it meant she valued herself less, but the heart had been placed in a jewellery box, and she knew it would not tarnish. The etching on the back made her smile, and cry at the same time. She wondered when she would ready again to wear hearts on her body to show that she was passionate. When the memories would only make her smile without some following regrets.