Medals. I had a slew of them.
Not because I won them.
I don't think I ever won a medal.... Maybe as a child I won one in 4-H for sewing... My Mom made me take sewing lessons when I was eight years old.
But if I did when a medal it was certainly a medal for-
"The Girl Who Tried to Sew and made a Mess Instead."
When I was nineteen I wore a medal when I lived in a monastery. It was a cross. Everyone in the community wore the same cross. But I had to give it back when I left. We also were given a ring. A beautiful ring. That we could keep. Years later, after I left the monastery, I gave my ring to a boyfriend... and when he died I never found it.
For those of you who are reading my blog for the first time you are probably taking in that last sentence with a whole lot of "What?!"
Over the years the brocante gave me the chance to find many medals. I have a fondness for religious medals that are worn smooth from holding it in prayer. Prayer smooths out many rough spots doesn't it.
In France when a baby is baptized the Godparent's give their Godchild a religious medal. Most French people wear it into their adult life.
Though I have never seen French Husband's baptismal medal come to think of it.
Do you wear a medal?
She use to wear a medal but she got tired of him always trying to touch it.
..... Silly girl getting tired of such a thing!
Also for the second winner Here is the guessing game challenge....
(Photo Source Ebay.)
What is this?
(The first one to answer it correctly will win a medal too.)