Of course it wasn’t at the lost & found both at the station and the police. And no, my name or address isn’t on it, apart from my stamp on the silver (which just holds my initials). It wasn’t meant to be anywhere but in my backpack.
In a way it’s a compliment…LOL. Not to be brought to the lost & found right away. If I’d find a box full of mysterious jewelry I’d probably want to play with it for a bit first, before reporting it. And I’d be so decent to report it… not sure if I can expect the same from others. Well, the police have my phone number -I did what was needed.
And with that storm we had with heavy rainfall it might have been flushed away just as well. Seems also fitting somehow, being reclaimed by the earth…(sewers)(shh!)
I haven’t made an inventory yet, because that would be really depressing. I’ll have to shut down my Dawanda shop temporarily. Although I’m surprised it hasn’t made me as mad & hysterical as I would have feared. It is only jewelry after all…
Maybe it can’t beat my small victory in helping an old, toothless, defenseless ginger cat (who’s now happily eating & napping here). Which sounds sappy but it does put it all in perspective.
Also, it’s harsh, but I have a clean slate now. Working towards the art market in July I can develop my 4 collections equally and make a great whole.
Oh yes, I developed a fourth collection. I meant to tell you that under happier circumstances, which I will do in full tomorrow together with some other news when I’m less cranky.
And thanks for your thoughts…I appreciate it.