This is a tale of a jewellery thief and a thrifty Santa.
Down the road from me is a little antiques and collectors shop that sells all sorts of things. Old Beano comics for £1 each, tiny little dog figures 50p , an old rocking chair £10 and some really gorgeous tea sets and art deco items.
I often have little wander in. A short while ago I saw a bracelet that matched my favourite flower ring just perfectly. It looked old and loved . Vintage costume jewellery with a tale to tell is how I would have described it. It was £20. I knew I wanted it.
I told J all about ‘my bracelet’ thinking he would be happy to get it me for Christmas and he looked unimpressed and muttered a bit. He’s not big on second hand/preloved shopping. A week before the big day I told him again and he said pop in and take a photo of it and I will go in this afternoon and get it. (Okay it would hardly be a surprise, but I didn’t mind.)
It was no longer there. The man said it had been sold the week before to a lady and in future I should always reserve or buy what I want straight away. I felt quite sad. it had been meant for me! That lady was a jewellry thief!
I had no idea what I wanted from J apart from that so I asked for a plant!
On Christmas day my little boy handed me a long slim black box with my bracelet inside. He and his dad had been the jewellery thieves all along and the man at the shop had been in on it.
I was delighted.
Would you like to see it?
It’s a very naughty bracelet and has already pulled a hole in my best jumper dress but I adore it. Well done Santa!