Friday, 11 November 2011
Me and my obsessions or Deeply, Deeply, Shallow
Yes, I do know, it paints a less than pretty picture of who and what I am, but we are all, yes, even you, made up of many component parts.
From the earliest days of my impoverished youth I have loved precious stones, and had anyone been unwise enough to ask me in those days what my wish/dream was, the answer would have been to own a fabulous emerald.
Nothing could have been further from my lifestyle but the secret obsession was always with me.
My first engagement ring was ruby and diamond, very pretty, but like the engagement, short-lived.
It was returned to my fiance with the refusal to go through with the marriage.
Enough of that!
All through the years of my civil service/opera singing life I studied Smith's" Gemstones" (the 'bible' of the trade) with the idea of one day perhaps working in Hatton Garden.
When, during rehearsals for whatever opera was in progress, the remainder of the chorus would be exchanging the latest gossip, I would have my nose glued to the largely incomprehensible pages of said book.
Further, when I was working in Greys Inn Road, I used to spend most lunch breaks looking in the windows of the fabulous jewellers of hatton garden, almost physically hungering for the more beautiful stones, and emeralds in particular, in their very exclusive displays.
When John and I married we hadn't a bean between us, so there was no engagement ring. Frankly, I was never very materialistic anyway and didn't mind in the least.
Nowadays, I suppose I could, if I so wished, treat myself to a fairly small emerald, but my hands are the same age as I am, and look even older. Additionally, I would have nowhere to wear such a thing, so too late.
But........Now and then.......just now and then, I allow myself the luxury of looking at that most beautiful of all precious stones, the Colombian emerald.