When I was child we moved around a lot. By the age of thirteen, I had lived in six different houses, in six different cities, and in four different states (South Carolina, Texas, Virginia, and Delaware). Fortunately for me, I grew up in an era before personal computers and emails, where I got to learn the joys of a handwritten letter first hand: the rough texture of the card stock, the choice of a pretty stamp, the crooked handwriting that ambles over the page, and best of all, a dear friend's words. I adore handwritten letters!
This lovely note came in the mail the other day from a friend I have only met once. He had been charged by an overseas friend with the task of mailing these earrings to me. Aren't they beautiful?
In case you want to get a pair for yourself, they are from Turkey. I haven't seen them for sale anywhere else, but they were all over Istanbul when I was there last summer, and they're also quite inexpensive. I had a red pair that were given to me by a shopkeeper in Ephesus (Selcuk) as a gift-- he was impressed by the few words of Turkish that I knew (Did you know that Aslan means lion in Turkish?). I lost one of the earrings, and was delighted when my friend in Dubai offered to pick up for me a new pair while on his trip to Turkey. That was six months ago, and now, thanks to Mack, Keren, Kirk, and the US Post Office, these beauties are finally home ♥