Years ago, twenty, now that I put an actual date to it - I ran across a necklace in a shop in a small town outside of Fort Worth. It was a piece unlike any I'd ever seen before - from a green semi-precious stone whose name escapes me - native to Australia, I think. I tried it on, left the store, came back later and tried it on again. It was an expensive piece, for me at the time. I mean, I could have paid for it, but the $125 dollars that the piece cost was a real stretch for me.
I have lived with the regret of not buying that piece. It was so "me" and so classic and I would have worn it so often that the cost per wear by now would be just pieces of pennies. I still look for a piece like it, but nothing has ever come close, at any price.
I'm in a nesting/creative phase again these days. I've been shopping for a few smallish decorative items to really finish off the house. I guess I haven't posted the picture of the small ink drawing I brought back from VN and had framed. Finding the perfect place for that piece launched a chain reaction in "what if I moved this over there?" So when Pebbles needed to be in town for an early dentist appointment, she offered to come over yesterday to help.
And by help, she really meant shop. We spent the afternoon scouring home decorating stores and junk stores, high-end and low. We passed by a new antique store fairly close to the house and vowed to work our way back to it before it closed at 5pm. And we did exactly that. There was a cluster of establishments that we went though, one being an artist collective. And that's when I saw it.
A piece of art that absolutely sent my heart racing - it spoke to me in a viceral sense. Organic and graphic. Both very masculine and extremely feminine - or perhaps strong/striking, rather than masculine. I was standing there looking at it when Pebbles said "that piece is absolutely you". I gave her a dollar figure that I was willing to pay for it and she stepped forward, looked at the price and laughed and said "Not hardly". And so we left to see the other establishments. We returned to this one and I looked again. Again, the same reaction. But too much money.
I could not get the piece out of my head. I went to bed thinking about it and I woke up thinking about it. I thought about the dollar figure that I was willing to pay right then and the distance to the asking price. I looked at the collective price of the cute trinkets that I had purchased the day before. Things that I liked well enough, but were in no way special. I mentally calculated adding that total to the price I was willing to pay - if I decided to return everything that I'd purchased. I was still a ways away.
So this morning, I emailed the artist and made an offer. She accepted. I pick it up in the morning. I choose not to live in regret over this piece. I shall see it and I shall love it for the remainder of days.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Don't buy throw pillows when what you really want is a new couch.