I’m Good Enough, Smart Enough, and My Amber Brooch Will Return to Me

Last week my husband surprised me with a precious gift out of the blue. Was it diamonds? Pearls? Chocolates?

No, it was an antique amber brooch with a million year old insect petrified inside of it, and I loved it.

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As a woman of Lithuanian descent, I’m a big fan of amber jewelry, but pieces with fully intact inlays like the one the P-Dawg got me are especially neat because, well, they’re fossils. I mean, how cool is it to be wearing something that lived thousands of years ago? That your husband got you out of the blue because he loves you?

I was going to wait for a special occasion to wear my gift, but today I just decided to go balls out and wear it to the grocery store. So I went and did my shopping, zipping up and down the aisles with the kind of speed and precision that only kid-free grocery shopping can afford. When I returned home I went immediately to the bathroom to wash my hands because do you have any idea what kind of germs are living on those cart handles? And it was then, when I was looking at my reflection in the mirror, that I noticed my amber brooch was no longer on my sweater where I’d pinned it this morning.

Luckily, I’ve been reading a lot of books lately about the insignificance of material possessions as well as the power of positive thoughts to create our own reality, and I did not freak out. First I searched the car and all of my shopping bags, and then I calmly placed a call to the supermarket where I’d been to ask if anyone had turned it in.

“And it was a brooch, you say?” the manager asked me.

“Yes, amber. It was a kind of orange gold color, and set in silver.”

“Okay, and what shape was it?”

“Oval.”

“Did it have any distinguishing features?”

“It had a dead fly trapped inside of it.”

“A dead fly?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

No one had seen it, but the manager took my name and number and promised she’d call if it turned up.

Still, I drove back to the store to look for myself. And throughout the entire ten minute drive, I thought positive thoughts about my brooch. Because I was sure that if I believed that I would find my brooch, I would, indeed, find it. At first I only said the affirmations in my head, but then I started saying them out loud, just to make sure the universe could hear me.

“I am driving to Heinens now to retrieve my amber brooch.”

“I will find my amber brooch at Heinens.”

“I am going back to the grocery store, where my amber brooch is waiting for me.”

I mean, I really believed I’d find my amber brooch. And it took a lot of guts for me, a person who doesn’t even sing along to song lyrics while driving, to say those affirmations out loud.

So I retraced my steps back from the parking lot. I went up and down the aisles, looking high and low and peering into the carts of random shoppers. I loitered by the cash register where I’d checked out and, back out in the parking lot, I looked underneath the idling car that was parked in the spot where I’d been even though there were people sitting in it.

No amber brooch.

Then I said the old Catholic stand-by prayer to Saint Anthony, patron of lost items.

Tony, Tony, come around, what is lost, must be found.

I still haven’t located my amber brooch, but I am staying positive because I am certain that it will return to me. And if it doesn’t, the brooch probably had bad karma and I wasn’t meant to have it.

Right?

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11 thoughts on “I’m Good Enough, Smart Enough, and My Amber Brooch Will Return to Me

  1. alejna

    I know you said you looked in your car, but could it have caught on your seatbelt? (I have trouble giving up on looking for lost things. Apparently even when I’m not there.)

    I once lost a ring that had been my grandmother’s when she was a girl. It was a beautiful little filagree thing with 2 little square sapphires and two tiny diamonds. It was my prized possession, and I wore it every day after she gave it to me, when I was 13. Then one day, it was somehow not on my finger. I had no idea how I lost it. Oh, how I hunted for that ring, but no luck. I was devastated.

    About a year later, we were getting ready to move. We were clearing out the attic, and when we took out the Christmas tree stand, my ring fell out. It must have come off my hand when I’d helped to put up the Christmas tree, and fallen into the tree stand. After that, I no longer wore the ring regularly, but I have it still.

    I will keep my fingers crossed that your brooch comes back to you.

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  2. Asta ?uplinskas

    Did you look in your trunk, where you placed your groceries? Paper or plastic? Did you look in the bags?

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  3. Robin

    Hi Rima, that is unfortunate. I too love my amber pieces (half Lithuanian) from family and friends. So sorry about your special piece. Try to let it go for a little while because it may come back to you. My wedding band was lost on my wedding night, searched high and low. We had a quiet ceremony, following year we had a anniversary celebration. Decided to pull my dress out. Low and behold–the ring fell right out from the brocade casing along the front of the dress. Just like that it appeared!!! So I then had two rings since we quickly replaced my first. Also recently I lost a pendant custom made first time wearing on my fave silver chain. Very sad. It might come back but had to let the thought go…for now anyway. Good luck, if it is meant to be, it will find you. :)

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  4. Marta

    Ugh. Sorry that you lost the brooch temporarily. I definitely believe that if you’re meant to have it you will find it.

    Best of luck.

    And let me know if you happen to stumble upon my car keys. It’s been 5 weeks and we don’t know where they are…

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  5. Jan F

    Oh, that is a horrible feeling. I have had it happen a few times.
    I do so hope you can find it again. When I was a child my mother put a beautiful cross (made of tiny mozaic) around my neck because it looked good with my dress. After I had been out playing for some hours with other children, I returned without it. We searched the field I had been in ( we were playing while our fathers had a cricket match – in England). Never found it, I still remember my mother’s sadness, it had belonged to her own mother who died when I was five days old. Mum always said it was silly of her to have put it on a child, but …. Actually this is the first remembrance of an adult being sad which I have.
    Sending positive thoughts. Do hope it shows up.

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