The Story of the Necklace

Chris asked me to throw him some hints and wishes for Christmas gifts this year. I obliged and showed him a pretty beaded necklace I saw online. The necklace was strewn with beads of different colors and would assist me in my attempts to learn accessorizing. But Chris took one look at it and refused.

"Please," he said, "100$ for that necklace!? It's ridiculous. They are just some beads someone threw on a chain and called it jewelry."

I gasped. "Those beads are vintage! And it's pretty! It takes talent to create something like that." I argued while I gestured to the picture of the necklace on the computer screen.

Chris laughed. "Vintage is just a clever way to sell some old beads some lady found in her basement. And talent? I could make that without even trying."

"You so could not."

"I could."

"Fine then. All I want for Christmas is for you to make me a necklace."

I figured I shouldn't hold my breath on that wish though.

On Christmas morning I opened a large white box. Resting on top of the tissue paper inside of the box was a small card folded in half. Inside the card read:

"Vintage 2007 Christmas necklace. Created with love exclusively for Tara. Artist signed..." with Chris's signature.

I started to laugh as I yelled, "You didn't!" Chris laughed in response and told me to open the tissue paper.

It was the necklace.

"You did NOT make this." I laughed with tears in my eyes. Chris just nodded yes in response. I laughed uncontrollably. "There is no WAY you made this!" I yelled.

By this point, we were both laughing so hard we had tears streaming down our faces.

It was truly, really the necklace. And he made it. I didn't believe he actually made it until he showed me his jewelry tools and left over beads. My sweet darling husband - beaded for me. I am not quite sure if it was out of love or just a plain stubborn desire to prove me wrong.

The necklace is beautiful. I wore it all day Christmas. In fact, I love it so much I told him I want him to make me another one for my birthday. His response: "Oh no. We can't mass produce these things or your exclusive design will lose its value." Uh huh.