I just tackled one of the drawers in a small chest - full of goodness knows what, the stuff and junk of ages. But to my amazement I found a pair of pearl and diamond earrings dh gave me ages ago. For a quite a few years now I’ve been tormenting myself that I’d lost them through my own carelessness - I thought I knew exactly how, too.
But there they were, in a little box, but not the fancier one they’d come in. Goodness knows what sort of brain lapse I must have had to have forgotten where I’d put them - having been so convinced that they were lost!
Dh has never asked why I haven’t been wearing them - TBH he’s not much of a ‘noticer’ and just as well!
I haven’t worn earrings since losing a favourite pearl stud some time ago, piercings have now closed up, so I shall now get them done again.
Talk about phew!!!
I really must have a major clear-out more often…
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