Vanity + Vintage #12: Miracle at Gate 28

Keeping it moving:
A fresh pot of coffee, a favourite cup of tea or even a must-have fashion magazine could not aid me in the tiresome traffic of travelling. The hustle and bustle, the constant bag carrying, and remembering not to forget anything important may not seem as stressful in the beginning. But, when one is also seeking immediate inspiration all things in life are considered or should be. 

What state of mind are we in: do our muscles need a spa day, do we have hunger, or are we in serious need of using the lavatory. Excusable chuckles aside, these small things matter and can entirely affect our focus or lack thereof.

The exhumed:
Good things tend to come to those who wait right! Or, in my case to those who forget that fashion goodies are buried within their own belongings. I have a great memory, but I swear when it comes to selected items from my fashion accessories I believe I sporadically hide them from myself! Perhaps using the same carryall bag would prevent such occurrences.

After unpacking a few items in desperate need of locating my allergy medicine I came across a sentimental necklace that I thought I had lost a couple years back in the move. I remember the exact day, the climate and even what I wore when I could not find this wonderful vintage necklace; tearfully blaming anything and everything in site. "Why now," I'd ponder to myself. I suppose on that particular day it wasn't the right time for me to wear the necklace or was it?

Have you ever imagined a certain look in your mind, but when it came time to actually finding all of the elements for your outfit something goes wrong! You forget that you gave those shoes away, or you cannot find that special skirt or Tee that makes you feel sexy! Needless to say, I had one of those days when I misplaced my necklace.

I haven't the answer (to the reasoning) behind me loosing this necklace, however it once was lost and now it's found. And, all that I know is that I was rewarded instant inspiration from a mere glance. Being in a crowded airport did not matter nor did the awkward gentleman who sat directly in front of me "pretending to read" his newspaper bother me. It was much like that breakthrough moment when a baby formulates his first words, only this moment involved vintage jewellery and a slight gasp with a prolonged smile. What can I say ... fashion speaks to one in mysterious ways.

As I looked around still with a content face I was reminded that there really isn't anything to be stressed out about. I had memories of my late friend Bruce who had given me this necklace. I could hear his voice whispering in a laid back manner, "relax, you'll find what you're looking for." If it took my basket woven necklace to grace me with its presence for a much welcomed reunion then let it be ... and there it was—unexpected inspiration and gratitude at gate 28.