The Necklace Saga.
For Rosie’s first birthday Tyler’s Granny gave her this little locket. At the time I didn’t realize the significance of it–our lives were somewhat disorganized, we were just getting started out on our own and everything. I remember we put the necklace on Rosie for his Granny to see, and later Rosie was tugging on it and fearing it would break I took it off and stuck it…somewhere.
A year or so later Tyler’s Granny brought over this extremely expensive and out of season Strausburg Children’s dress and said she wanted a picture of Rosie wearing the locket and that dress. Tyler told her we would try to get a picture of her in it….
We had no clue where the locket was. We didn’t see it anywhere in the house, I had no memory of where it went in the chaos of her first birthday party. We searched for it, but it never turned up anywhere and we forgot about it.
Ever since then his Granny has asked a thousand times for a picture of Rosie, and now Ada also, wearing this locket. I couldn’t even remember what the locket looked like!
Tyler mumbled that he was hoping we could just keep putting it off until…you know…his Granny is really old…
This past week his Granny called and said in her Southern drawl that allllll she wants for Christmas is a JC Penny photo of Rosie wearing a dress and the locket along with a matching photo of Ada wearing a dress in the locket put in a side by side 4×6 frame. (She’s not specific or anything, hah…)
Right. So Tyler told her he would see if we could make that happen.
WHERE COULD THIS MYSTERIOUS LOCKET BE?
I jokingly told Tyler we could channel Sylvia Brown and use our combined psychic powers to locate it. He rolled his eyes and then prayed that was possible.
Tyler’s mom called and told him all Granny wants for Christmas…is…guess what? The photos of the girls in that locket.
I laid in bed the night before last and focused all of my brain power on finding the locket. Certainly my subconscious had to have some memory of where I put it when I took it off. I know I put it somewhere in this house. The only downside is that half of our stuff is boxed up and in storage because we thought we were going to move, so maybe it was in a box in storage?
I fell asleep focusing on remembering where the locket could be.
I woke up and thought maybe it was in the bathroom closet. Our bathroom closet has really deep shelves. I have things in there organized in baskets and in large ziplock bags. (A bag full of stuff for flu, a bag full of indigestion medications, a homeopathics bag, and a misc bag, a basket of lotions, basket of cleaners, etc.) I pull out the basket of lotions. In the bottom there were two beige jewelery boxes.
My heart was pounding. We absolutely HAD to find this locket, out of thin air.
I opened one box. It had a locket in it! I got excited. Unfortunately Tyler said it wasn’t the right locket.
We held our breath and opened the second box.
I remembered the locket coming in that box, I was sure of it.
I went to bed that night focusing on the location of the mysterious locket. It’s hard to remember where you might have absent mindedly put something when you don’t even remember what it looked like. :(
I suddenly sat up in bed and thought of the wicker divider basket we have on the counter for bills and pens. I ran in the kitchen and dumped the entire disorganized mess onto the counter.
There, in the bottom of the bills section, twisted and hanging out the back side through the wicker, was a thin chain! Cue heart attack.
I gently extracted it and it was a tiny gold locket. !!!!!!!!
Tyler confirmed it was the correct locket.
He called his mom to make sure it was indeed the correct one, and she said it was. Then he cautiously told her how we thought it had been lost. She said that the locket belonged to Granny when she was a baby and she wore it through her childhood. I guess that makes it super special. Good thing it wasn’t lost forever.
So this morning I took the pictures of the girls in the locket.
I very much dislike cheesy posed JC Penny style photos. I’m not about to drag my girls to the mall right now and pay money for those pictures. No effing way.
I suck at studio portraits. They aren’t my thing, I need practice, don’t usually do them…I like natural looking photos, candid shots, so that’s what I do.
I grabbed the white sheet off of Tyler’s sleeping body in bed and flung it over the background stand.
Getting a photo of Rosie looking normal is completely impossible. Holy crap. You all should see the outtakes! (I don’t have time to convert them all to jpeg right now or I would so upload them to share for a good laugh. My poor goofy girl.)
These are the few semi-ok ones we got. I’m laughing. A lot.
You can’t even see the locket well, but…too bad. They are wearing it. Better be good enough!
Rosie is so old. Wow.
Ada is teething, getting her second front tooth for Christmas. She’s drooling like mad and fussy, and she kept flapping her arms.
(I’m dying to know what color her hair will end up…)