Tuesday, October 18, 2011
The REAL Beginning
We were not allowed to go into my grandparents' bedroom when we visited them. IF we did, we were not supposed to touch anything, period. I remember kind of sneaking into that forbidden room to take a look at Grandma's necklaces... I mean really, how was I supposed to resist the call of jewelry hanging on the corner of her mirror? I was only 5 or 6.
I soooo wanted to have a closer look at this necklace, so I very gingerly slid my little hand under the focal point and looked at it closely, discovering it was made of safety pins and glass beads with a turquoise color inside! I think I lifted it off the mirror and sat down on the little bench in front of the dressing table. I looked at it from the front, I looked at it from the back, and I looked at from every angle I could, wondering how Grandma turned safety pins and beads into such a beautiful necklace. I got caught with the necklace in my hand, but I think Grandma could tell that I was truly interested in what I was looking at, so I didn't get in trouble. She just told me to be careful with it and put it back when I was finished looking at it. From that day on, I knew I wanted to own this piece, someday.
My mom got this necklace after my grandmother passed. I don't think I ever knew she had it. We, my mom and I , had both started designing and making handwoven beaded jewelry, and were talking about this piece, that piece, and I mentioned Grandma's safety pin and bead Squash Blossom necklace. She told me she had it and I could take it home with me when I left. I was both excited and reluctant to take it. I told Mom I would just like to know that I could have it when she passed, some day. She told me she never wore it and I might as well take it now. I don't think I was ever so excited to have a piece of jewelry in my possession! Thank you Mom for letting me have this piece. It is one of my most prized pieces, something I had dreamed of owning since I was a little girl, and probably REALLY what sparked my interest in beading.