In 2006, in a Thamel hotel room after enduring a rugged night of Kathmandu’s version of Delhi belly, I hastily and carelessly packed to return home after a couple of months in Dharan with Mal. We’d been casing the joint before our big move. I was vaguely aware of throwing jewellery in a bag with clothing and junk but really just wanted to get on a plane and into my bed as soon as I could. On my return, I discovered that one of my favourite earrings was missing. I saved it and hoped that one day, its partner would turn up.
Over the intervening 6 years and through at least 5 major moves, one earring would appear and I never knew which of the two I’d found. I just kept keeping the one in a safe place and hoped the various safe places would coincide one day.
A few days ago, in a flurry of sorting (a traditional end of year activity for me) I found one and, blow me down, also remembered the safe place where the other was. What rejoicing there was. One was very mouldy but, in a testament to the resilience of polymer clay, a little sanding and polishing bought it back to its former splendour.
This prompted me to get the matching bracelet (which, in my opinion, had never really worked as a bracelet-see below) and re-fashion it into a necklace with turquoise discs and garnet coloured resin beads.
Loving myself sick really.