Now that I am a hardworking and intrepid journalist with looming deadlines and tough-nosed (but fair) editors, I have decided to take my duties more seriously and stop visiting the booth I’m planning to profile mere hours before writing my latest missive. Not that I still don’t write the missive at the last minute, but I digress.
From almost the moment she was born, Clara has looked askance at my general lack of decoration. No holiday passes without her offering me some type of “jewellery” to wear. Alas, I’m not much for shiny things. This week, Clara was overjoyed to learn we were visiting the booth of Carla Dunham (also of interest – those two have all the same letters in their first names. Obsessed with jewellery…same letters in names. There is obviously a connection to be made).
I will confess I was a little nervous because I don’t wear earrings, bracelets make me twitchy, and rings are okay if they are my totally plain wedding band. “Clearly,” thought I, “I am NOT Carla’s target market.” “Clearly,” thought Clara, “Mommy is nuts.”
As often happens, the first thing in Carla’s display that caught my eye was the item I ended up circling back to after agonizing about all my other possible choices. I could not resist a gorgeous charm necklace with a tiny acorn, a wee jewel coiled up in copper wire, and a tiny circle with tiny letters spelling out “Strong.” “This,” I stated, “is running the Bluenose 10k with me.”
Carla is a wire-style jewellery maker (jewellist? Jewel-monger?) who makes a wide variety of items to suit every taste (even jewelphobes like moi). If she doesn’t have something to suit your fancy…she will MAKE IT. My friend Laura (of ValleyFamilyFun.ca fame) and her siblings special-ordered a gorgeous piece for their mother for mother’s day. Carla, basically, can make your wildest jewellery dreams come true.
And here’s the cool thing: if you are a weird werido like me who is very particular about such things as how long a necklace must be to avoid the “this feels like a leash!” category on the one hand and the “send help, I’m losing oxygen from this winch around my neck” variety…Carla will alter it for you. Not a word of a lie, Carla shortened my necklace for me in front of my very eyes in less than 1 minute. It’s pretty much a super power.
But again I digress. I meant to tell you about all the advantages of taking my time to allow the experience of something like a lovely new piece of jewellery to fully develop. I DID wear my necklace on the Bluenose, and I think it may have had some sort of cosmic influence, because those hills did not make me feel like I was dying. Runs since then…not so much.
The other great thing about wearing this necklace is that at last count FOUR different women exclaimed “OH! It’s a Carla Dunham!” when they noticed it. This is good news for Ms. Dunham. As for me, I felt like I was on the red carpet at the Oscars. “Ms. Killam, who are you wearing?” Nothing like a little glamour and name-dropping tossed into one’s day.
In all seriousness, though, Carla’s work is absolutely lovely. Why buy something that a zillion other people have when you can get a one-of-a-kind piece from Carla? I have quite a number of glamourous friends in my life (you know who you are, and don’t you deny it!) and I know they all have birthdays…
As for dear Clara. She would have liked one of everything, but I gently guided her to something she probably wouldn’t lose. Alas, my glittering princess is also an incorrigible slob (sorry, Mom, she might be your only granddaughter, but you know it’s true). We settled on a hair jewel. Clara wore it proudly for a daily, and then Victoria the Mermaid has worn it ever since. I did persuade her to lend it to Clara for her dance recital, but it really does look amazing in mermaid hair.