A few months ago, I went to lunch with my coworkers and we wound up at this fancy drugstore near our office. You've heard about adventures like this before - say, back when I bought myself a slap watch. Although I didn't have a budget, and although I really didn't have a need, I bought myself a necklace. It was a dark silver color and had a cut-out tree on it - definitely not fine jewelry! For $13, I left the shop a happy woman. I thought I was going to like it, and as time passed, I realized I had underestimated just how much I would like it. I wore it with work clothes and casual clothes, basically everywhere I went. I wore it so much I never even took a photo of it! But, thanks to the wonders of the internet, I found a link to a similar one on Amazon, if you want to see. Just imagine it in a darker color.
So, one night, I wore the tree necklace out to a social function and when I got home, I realized I didn't have it any more. I spent a couple of days double-checking my pockets, looking at the floor of my car in case it had fallen off while I was driving, but all to no avail. The tree necklace was gone.
After that, I started thinking about how to replace it. I went back to the fancy drugstore, but the tree necklaces were gone. I also did some internet research, but I hesitated. The necklaces I found for sale online were more expensive than the one I'd bought in person, and were going to be subject to shipping charges. Woof.
Then, I found myself in the jewelry making aisle at Michaels. I know I was looking for something else, though I can't remember what, when I found these.
I took this little set home and got to work, combining the charm with chain, which I cut to size, adding the appropriate hardware to make it into a necklace.
Over Memorial Day weekend, I happened to be out shopping at Patina, a boutique that sells gifts, stationery and jewelry. I was looking at the jewelry, curious to see if they might have a tree necklace of their own. That's when I spotted these!
Something else strange happened while I was at Patina, though. I ran into the nurse practitioner who works with my neurosurgeon! (I've had some pretty serious health issues that resulted in my having brain surgery back in December - you can read any details you want by clicking on the health label). It was so funny to see her outside the hospital. We chatted briefly and introduced each other to our shopping buddies and all was well. As we were about to part ways, the NP said to me, "We'll see you in a couple of weeks." That was the plan: after my diagnostic in early April and a good meeting with the surgeon in mid-April, I had decided that I was ready for my second round of brain surgery. I responded with, "He's not going on vacation during my surgery, is he?"
He was. The NP didn't know at that particular moment; she called me back a few days later and told me that they'd confirmed he wasn't going to be available. When the surgery had been scheduled several weeks before, she'd suggested that there was a "small chance" that the surgeon would be gone. I don't know why that date was offered to me even with that "small chance," because of course, now it has turned into a certainty. I had tried to be cautious about even announcing the date, but when they didn't call me to cancel, I just figured that he'd decided not to go on vacation. Since my first surgery in the fall was cancelled, I had some ideas about how to manage the stress, but it didn't work very well. After a few days of coordinating the three doctors on the team, we've picked a new date in early July. I think it is going to work out fine. But, as you can probably imagine, I basically lost it when my surgery was cancelled.