The REAL Reason My Necklace Broke!
I worked in The Burque for one week last November. When I was here that last time, I splurged and purchased a fine silver and turquoise Pakistani necklace from a Swedish woman with an intense handshake who runs a new-age type crystal shoppe/bookstore. I wore the necklace to my next destination, Chicago, whereupon, the very next day, one of the platelet hinges snapped. Admittedly, this happened while I was dancing super-hard with a bunch of friends in front of a juke box at one of my favorite Chicago beer joints, Estelle’s. Needless to say, I was a bit disappointed, but also, kind of impressed with myself that I was able to break a hundred dollar necklace simply by some crazy booty-shakin’.
Yesterday, I was in Inga’s store again, this time purchasing a hard-to-find book. I re-introduce myself and mention that I purchased a necklace last fall – and that it broke two days later. Inga pauses, looks at me over the top of her bifocals with a gaze equally as intense as her soul-stroking handshake and says very evenly, “You know, dear, zat vhen someting like dis happens, it is because zat necklace has protected you from some-sing.”
“What?” I ask. I don’t really know what I was expecting her to do about the busted merchandise, but I truly wasn’t expecting her to tell me that the necklace saved me from some sort of attack – psychic or otherwise.
“Yes,” she said. “It’s true. Once, I was coming home across a darkened parking lot, and my necklace broke.” She shuddered. “I know it protected me from some-sing!” She smiles. “I can recommend someone to fix it . . . ”
For the record – I do have a tendency to believe these sorts of things, but that belief system certainly has limitations. The only thing that I can’t shake about her explanation is that . . . . OK, let’s pretend that she’s correct and that it did “save me” from some-sing. Why did it break whilst I was dancing, surrounded by friends? I have to hand the prize of proprietary excuses to my local crystal shoppe owner, Inga. I’ll be back to her store; it’s a good store. I just won’t buy any more jewelry there.
Tags: albuquerque, Chicago, dancing, new age, psychic protection
March 31st, 2008 at 11:43 pm
Perhaps, by breaking itself (and presumably your rhythm for a moment), it slowed you down just enough to save you from spraining your ankle in your exuberance.
April 1st, 2008 at 7:13 am
Therm . . . I think you are correct. I mean, you would know . . . those Chicago kids are your friends too! You know how exuberant we can all be!
April 13th, 2008 at 9:05 pm
I’ve been reading a lot of Popeye lately. The only thing he’s afraid of (in the comic strips) is “evil spiriks” – and when you find out why, you will be too! It’s because evil spiriks can climb down your throat and claw at your heart!!! They especially love to claw at the heart of sailors. I am thinking that maybe an evil spirik was trying to climb down your throat, but was stopped by the necklace. But the evil spirik, in its rage, broke the clasp of the necklace in revenge.