That kind of a day
Maybe I was looking for something mindless to concentrate on, so that’s why I decided to go through my jewelry boxes. I’ve gone back to wearing earrings and wanted to see if I could find some that had gone missing, plus I thought I might be surprised by finding some that I hadn’t seen in a while. (I was.)
As I dug through the drawers, I found a tangled mess of necklaces originally discovered when I moved to The Flamingo in 2003. I tried to separate them then, but it required more time and patience than I had. I was to find out how much last night and this morning.
The necklaces, obviously not worn for more than five years (and who knows how long before that) reminded me of Fanny in Mansfield Park. She is suddenly gifted with two necklaces, one from her rival Mary and one from her brother William, both given on the occasion of a ball in her honor. A necklace is a luxury to which she is not accustomed, and, baggage aside (her fear that Mary’s is really from Henry), she is excited to have them. Here am I , with two jewelry drawers (granted, mostly costume, but some sterling), neglecting what to a poor girl of Austen’s era was a treasure to be cherished. When I was a child, I shared Fanny’s situation and feelings perfectly.
It also reminded me of the boon of literacy, which most Americans take for granted, but which gave Prue Sarn nearly magical power in Precious Bane — the ability to communicate across the miles with the man she loved, at least obliquely.
Between last night and this morning, it took me five to six hours to untangle the seven necklaces and one bracelet. Yes — it really did take that long, working virtually nonstop once I started. Two of the chains were especially knotty and reluctant to give up the orgy. One had knotted on itself, which took another half hour to undo, while a second tangled on itself after I had put it in the drawer (away from the others so it couldn’t seduce any other chains). After trying to undo it for a while, I put it aside. Enough already. Even my OCD about finishing a job has limits.
To top all this effort off, I lost one of the necklaces. I stashed them in various boxes, I thought, but now I can’t find it anywhere.
Yes. It’s been that kind of a day.
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