Twas the night before Christmas and the world was silent, not even the scurrying mouse could interrupt. Wrapped under the Christmas tree were presents galore, full of splendor and joy. As I ripped the parcel open out fell a thing of beauty, a statement necklace dripping in jewels. The jewels caught the light in a dazzling riot of colour, greens, purples and grays too. For it was the night before Christmas and mama was a’cooking, the kettle was a’boiling and the presents were unwrapping. No present too big or small, it was just right mama bear would say. But it was the statement necklace that caught my eye, a present fit for the Queens on their golden thrones. I remember the queens of my mothers imagination, bedecked in sumptuous gowns, clasping mother of pearl in their cold hands.
On feast days the queens would leave behind their rosaries and dance, hoping that their quest for the perfect statement necklace would not be in vain. The Queens would parade before the merry crowd, seeking a necklace to distract them from mindless political games. But no necklace fit the bill, too outlandish, too simple not perfect enough for the royal queens. It was becoming a game of desperation and the queens would tear their hair out in vain. The Queens grew old before their time, masking grey hair with powdery colored chalk. The Queens fooled noone and not even make up could disguise the cavernous lines etched upon their faces. It was becoming an impossible game of trivial pursuit and even the queens fools could not distract them from their quest for the perfect statement necklace.
The Queens traveled far and wide across foreign lands, were tricked into buying necklaces that were too imperfect for ‘royal blood’. It was becoming a mindless quest but nothing could deter the queens from their mission, they would find the perfect necklace. The quest was slowly killing them and one by one the queens dropped like flies, until only one remained standing… The Queen Jasmine. Queen Jasmine retired to the Far East, hoping that the quiet serenity of the temples would help her find the perfect necklace. One thing is for certain she would not give up like the other queens, she would not die. Jasmine thought the day would never come but her impossible dream became a reality and soon the necklace was found. It was a thing of beauty; a wondrous man made creation. Crafted in the spirit of the tranquil East, peace was inevitable.
Flowers hugged each other in perfect harmony, colours danced, jewels sparkled . Jasmine was content at last, the quest for the perfect statement necklace was complete. No longer would she sit resolutely silent on feast days, for she had found the necklace and was a true Queen at last. Yes, the time had come to face her people and lo and behold the patrons were astounded. The people wept and the fountains opened , free wine for all Queen Jasmine declared. A toast was made ‘ To the Queen of the People’ , the Queen who had all to lose but reaped the rewards. It was Queen Jasmine who aspired me to start my own quest for the perfect statement necklace, to track down the jewels that were famed in fairytale lore. But it was my mother who was older and wiser that stumbled upon the statement necklace.
Mother wrapped the statement necklace under the Christmas tree one fateful morning, not a creature was stirring. I bounced down the stairs in my jim jams, a steaming mug of coffee in my hands. Mother gathered us around the fire with a glint in her eye recalling the tale of Queen Jasmine and the perfect statement necklace. Mother looked at me nervously as I unwrapped my gift, anxious at whether she had done the right thing. I looked at mother and smiled ‘this Christmas is the one’. We laughed and we danced, the fires flames joining in hungrily, this Christmas would be the one that everyone remembered.
The daughter had never known how the quest for the perfect statement necklace had been found but I know the truth. For I am Queen Jasmine, long dead I know. It was Happiness Boutique who showed me the way, into their treasure trove of jewels and colour galore. Speak the name like a blessing on your lips, reap the rewards that I sowed so long ago.
Have You Ever Been On A Quest For The Perfect Statement Necklace