seven years of bad luck?
Or a jewel in the making?
My mother-by-grace (“by-grace” is what I call my in-laws. For each and every one of them is far from family due to law. No, we are family, through and through, due to keenly loving each other. It is a blessing that I hold with the utmost value and extensive gratitude) was an extraordinary woman.
All of 5 ft tall, she was full of sass, spunk and an excellent, albeit, unique sense of style. Anyone that met her…LOVED her. If there was a party being thrown, she was invited, for she brought the life. Typically introducing herself as Sophia or Zsa Zsa (which is what we all came to call her since she refused to be called grandma) loved the spot light and charmed and entertained with the best of them. If you were a man in your fifties or younger, had an ounce of good looks and a bit of wit, you would have been her arm candy for the evening. For she’d much rather rely on a steady arm than her cane. And until the day she passed, at 90, was the best darn playmate my daughter ever had (those two together…what a pair!!!)
Zsa Zsa, unapologetically, exhibited how life and love could and should be lived WIDE OPEN and FULL OUT ON!
Now I am not trying to paint a picture of a saint.
Was she adorable? Yes.
Loving? Oh my heck yes!
Funny? To the nth degree.
But she was no saint and had a couple of quirks to prove it.
One of those quirks being that she was highly superstitious.
She had lucky and unlucky numbers. Even had an unlucky color…purple, of all things. If she spilt olive oil, she’d dab a bit behind her ear. Salt…threw some over the shoulder. The gift of a wallet or a purse also came with money. Don’t even think about putting your hat (shoes, hangers, pretty much anything…) on the bed for you’d see just how spry she was as she hastily got the object moved to the dresser or nightstand. If she walked out one door to leave then that was certainly the door she’d walk back through when she returned. And heaven forbid making a toast with water! Even if you’re 8, she’d put a drop of wine in it, for luck sake.
So when one of her favorite pieces, a full length mirror that was her mothers, shattered. Leaving behind only a gode gold leaf frame. I wondered how she would have handled it…would she have concerned herself with a superstition of seven years of bad luck? Would she have cleaned up the mess and discarded the bulky frame? Or would she have done as I did…
creating a treasured piece that reminds us of her daily?
I certainly hope that it would have been the latter.
Undoubtedly once she saw all the precious ways this frame of hers has been used (bridal shower, retirement party, leaned against a wall in our home with favorite quotes…) any superstition that may have lingered would have been erased.