A couple of weeks ago the gorgeous (and hilarious) Sandra over at Peaches McGinty mentioned her brooches. Sandra can usually be seen wearing one … or two … perhaps more brooches and "operates on a brooch measure of happy".
Well this got me thinking … which is a very dangerous turn of events indeed.
It got me thinking about brooches … and my appalling lack thereof.
But then … somewhere in the far recesses of my mind … right at the back … in the dark … behind the algebra and old boyfriends … a little memory stirred.
"By jingo … I think I have a brooch after all".
It was last seen a long, long time ago … and last worn even longer ago still … but I had a brooch … and it was made of something very, very delicious and luscious and loved by everyone.
So off I went on the hunt … searching for long forgotten treasures.
I started in the obvious place … my jewellery drawer.
I delved deep … rediscovering forgotten things … like my beautiful Mum's pearls, watch and locket.
And her engagement ring … which I had to wear for a little while … cause it made me sad … and happy.
I stumbled on this little beauty … which I'm pretty sure a lady my Mum worked with brought me back from Italy when I was in primary school.
And then I found it … hidden at the bottom … like all good treasure should be.
The box of mystery.
This is it … I can feel it in my waters ... now I'll find that long lost brooch.
AND I DID … what's more I found a few more.
See I told you it was made of something delicious and luscious and loved by everyone.
Hey Sandra … what's the brooch measure of happiness for a brooch made of chocolate?
Anyone else found some hidden treasure lately?