Un Regalo…a gift

As you know, I am obsessed with jewelry. Since I stopped designing and selling my own line of jewelry I really enjoy finding little treasures and collecting jewelry from other sources. Buying jewelry and putting it together with pieces I already own has become a creative act for me. I find just as much pleasure in inexpensive, funky things as I do in things that are more refined. No matter where I am, I  am always on the lookout for jewelry.

The other day Fred and Pinky and I were walking down the street we live on in the San Antonio neighborhood of San Miguel de Allende. Inside a little space, a few doors down from our rental house, there is a little jewelry shop. Of course, I had to go in and check it out. It is run by a very nice man who makes some of his own jewelry and also has various things available from who knows where. The thing that caught my eye was a collection of very old looking pendants from Pakistan.

I have decided that I should buy a piece of jewelry to celebrate occasions in my life. This purchase was to celebrate signing the contract on the house we are buying here, so I wanted something I really loved. I was torn between the two pieces in this picture. One with lapis, one with coral and mother-of-pearl. The metal used in both pendants is brass. The workmanship on both was somewhat crude, and the stones are most likely dyed. But, I loved the antique look of them. I could see layering them with some very nice lapis and very nice antique coral beads that I have.

I decided on the pendant with the lapis, brought it home and put it on a leather cord. It pairs perfectly with the lapis beads that I bought to celebrate my retirement. I did have some second thoughts about the other pendant. I actually loved them both, and it was a hard decision.

The following Monday I walked by the shop again. German, the man who runs the shop, had been so nice that I stuck my head in the door, to say hello and to show him how great the pendant looks with my beads. He was all smiles and all excited. “Did you get my email?” he asked. I didn’t remember seeing it and thought I had probably deleted it thinking it was some sort of ad. “Oh,” he said. “I thought you came by for your gift.” I was totally puzzled. He had had me sign up for his email list. I didn’t realize that there was going to be a drawing after his showing on Saturday. I evidently had  won the drawing. My prize? I was to select any item in the shop as a gift. I was so taken aback that I was speechless. Of course, I left with the other pendant I had admired.

The thing that touched me about this whole thing was how excited he was about giving me a gift. I like to think it was good jewelry karma for every time I gave someone a gift of my own jewelry. Either that, or he just knows a live one when he sees one. I have, in fact, become that customer that I always used to love. And, I’m sure German will see me again. There are a couple of other things that caught my eye inside his little shop.

German’s shop is on 20 de Enero, Norte between Orizaba and Rosales. If you are in San Miguel, go by and take a look.

6 thoughts on “Un Regalo…a gift

  1. I loved reading thisŠ and now I treasure my pearl necklace and turquoise ring regalos even more than I already did!

    Love you, Marguerita-ville!

    From: Margaret Ellis Reply-To: Margaret Ellis Date: Sunday, December 6, 2015 at 10:29 AM To: Marshall Chapman Subject: [New post] Un RegaloŠa gift

    WordPress.com margaretellis2013 posted: “As you know, I am obsessed with jewelry. Since I stopped designing selling my own line of jewelry I really enjoy finding little treasures and collecting jewelry from other sources. Buying jewelry and putting it together with pieces I already own has becom”

  2. That was a fun read Margaret. I’m sure German loves it too. I’m glad in your original choice that you gave in to the allure of lapis.

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