Herringbone Beautiful

I grew up before the internet era but well after the door-to-door salesman craze.  I have a few recollections of Avon ladies ringing the doorbell or other people peddling things that didn't require them to have a trunk full of vacuum cleaners, but it wasn't common and it was always a novelty when a stranger with wares showed up at our door.

A deal is always attractive though, no matter where you found it.  In my mother's office there was a secretary—this was back in the day when they were called "secretaries" before there was a negative connotation with that title—and her husband sold gold jewelry.

Or at least that's how I remember it.  My mother worked with her and her husband had a briefcase filled with gold chains of all kinds.  I wouldn't have encountered his expensive suitcase except that my mother and father decided I was old enough to receive a gift of gold.  Maybe it was for a birthday, maybe it was for Christmas—it did seem rather cool weather at the time.  I am doubting it was for exemplary grades.  No, I am confident it wasn't for academic performance.

He came over to the house with his briefcase and he laid out all manner of chains and necklaces on the dining room table.  I was allowed to pick, within reason, the one I liked the most.  And there was only one I wanted.  It was the smoothest, flattest chain of them all.  It moved in a snake-like fashion.  He said it was a newer weave of metal called, "herringbone."

I loved my herringbone necklace.  I wore it for years.  But I quickly found out it had a flaw.  Herringbone kinked very easily if you were rough with it.  I was not the most delicate child.  I am not the most delicate adult.  I don't wear herringbone now.  But I loved my necklace then.

I believe, I'm not sure though, that that necklace is still in the attic in my childhood memories box.  It is most likely kinked beyond practical use, but from a memory standpoint, it's just fine.

The Big Boy Update:  Hummus itchy.  He's had a questionable reaction to so many things.  One day he seems fine and then another day he gets very red and we have to administer Benadryl.  He had a reaction to hummus today.  He's historically eaten it at school, but today's batch reacted with him.  His reactions are so confusing.  For instance, his egg allergy remains (we think) but he can eat cake with egg in it just fine now.  Hopefully as his immune system develops, he'll become more tolerant to some of the food reactions he has.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  Zombie walker.  My niece, Olivia, said she walks like a zombie.  She is completely right.  She holds her hands up and out and walks with a wide stride to keep her balance.  She's getting so good at walking that I'm going to have to endeavor to get some good videos of our little zombie walker before she skills out of it.

Someone Once Said:  A motion to adjourn is always in order.