I remember my mom had this amazing rhinestone necklace that as a little girl I thought was diamonds. It was something that Princess Grace might have worn if it was the real thing. It had a big cluster pendant and dainty neck piece. She would only let me look at it every once in the while and not for very long.
When I was a teenager she gave the necklace to me and I wore it proudly with many of my punk rock outfits. I still have it and always will, though now it needs to be repaired. I am not sure why I haven’t had it fixed yet…….the beautiful memories and beautiful but now broken necklace are very symbolic and something I am not ready to change.