Every piece of jewellery has a story. Comedy, romance, or tragedy. One line or one page. Anonymously share yours below…
Age 55, United States
For our anniversary one year, my husband gifted me a diamond riviere necklace. After a night out while he was away it went missing…I secretly had it re-made so he wouldn’t know. Months later, the two of us went out for dinner and he asked me to wear the necklace…once we got seated he pulled out the original began asking what happened. Turns out, a plumber found it in the pipes of our house. When I came home I must’ve taken a bath with it on, slipped off my neck and down the drain…
Age 32, Canada
I remember the first gift I bought for my first girlfriend was a pearl necklace. I thought it looked better on me, I should’ve known then I was gay.