![]() ![]() My still new car, the one we had just bought back in the fall. I won’t say where I purchased it because I don’t want to be accused of suggesting the artist is selling cursed jewelry in any sort of way, but I need to document the events that have occurred since the ring arrived in the mail:ġ. It’s copper with a green stone of Seraphinite, all coils and beads, and my husband says it reminds him of Star Wars. It’s a rustic looking ring, hand made by an artist who sells his wares on the internet. I’m thinking of all of these things because of a ring I bought. Was that because I was born in June and so should have been wearing pearls instead? Or was it because I was only five and probably shouldn’t have been trusted with a pair of nice earrings?Īnd how about the bad luck that fell upon the Brady Brunch after Bobby found that Tiki idol on the construction site in Hawaii? Greg almost drowned while wearing the thing, a spider crawled into Jan’s bag while she was carrying the idol, and Alice threw her back out when she had it hanging around her neck. She relented, and of course, I lost one of them. ![]() When I was five I begged, Begged, BEGGED my mother to let me wear her opal earrings to school one day. And the legend that surrounds October’s birthstone, the opal, and which my mother told me when I was young: Opals bring bad luck to those who wear them if they aren’t your actual birthstone. Can an item, an object, a rather meaningless piece of metal and rock, formed into a piece of jewelry, be a source of bad luck? History would seem to suggest it’s possible. ![]()
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