A while back, I suddenly had these little diamond earrings. I must have dug them out of a jewelry box while looking for something to go with something, but then not worn them, and then when they popped up in my regular jewelry, I didn't remember. But there they were. And they were perfect little second-hole earrings that I wore a lot, and I crazyloved them.
I'm pretty careful about my jewelry, but I accidently brushed a bunch of it off a table in my bedroom one day, and after that I couldn't find one of the little diamond earrings I love so much. I usually release things lost or broken as part of life, but I resisted vacuuming for a long time, because I would get out the flashlight and look again on occasion. In my mind, I thought of them as magic earrings in a way, because of how they seemingly just appeared and were instantly so loved. So I carefully put the remaining one in this little heart-shaped trinket box with a dragonfly on it that was a gift and holds just two lockets, one a family locket, and one from the same set that I bought from a vintage jewelry seller. The mustache on my ancestor in the family locket would make a hipster cry.
Last weekend I cleaned the carpet, so I scooped all my regular jewelry up and threw it in another trinket box that was a gift. This one has a bunny, and there were some other earrings in the box already, that I had separated out as earrings I don't wear as often. Should I combine? I had to do something with the loose jewelry to keep it safe so I just dumped it all together. And then, I vacuumed.
When I put the table back where it goes, I just dumped all the earrings on to the table together. And this morning, I spotted it. The missing magic earring. Could it really be? I looked at it the way I must have looked at it the first time (well, the second, after the time I forgot). I quickly grabbed the heart-shaped box and confirmed; in my hands, both magic little diamond earrings.
And in my ears again today. Alakazam!