Last night I dog sat for a friend of my parents and was so happy to see that they had a hot tub I could use. I forgot to bring my swim suit over, so I decided I’d just hop in in my underwear and the camisole I as wearing under my shirt. So in their kitchen, I shimmied off my boots and jeans and leggins (listen, the jeans have holes in them and until I get patches on them, I have to wear them with leggings or tights!) and a t-shirt until it was just me and my under garments. I piled everything on the kitchen counter, quickly taking out by big hoop earrings and unclasping my ruby necklace that my friend Megan gave me.


This is technically me today. But use your imagination and pretend this was me about 17 hours ago.

The hot tub was nice and it felt good on my sore shoulder. After an hour or so, I went inside and poured myself some water. I noticed that I’d left my necklace on top of my jeans I made a mental note to move it before I threw that pile of clothes in the wash so I’d have clean clothes for church.

Guess what I forgot to do?


Please turn on the “danger is on its way” soundtrack.

I did my small load of laundry and as I was transferring it to the dryer, I heard a small clinking sound. Oh, that sound just happened to be my necklace sliding out of the wet pile of clothes in my hand into the basin of the washing machine.

Photo on 2012-12-09 at 13.00

The tears are starting…


I’ve mentioned a few times how I can be a tad bit dramatic, but I was already all over the place emotionally yesterday for a few reasons and this sent me into a tailspin. I mean, seriously over. the edge. My first thought was that the necklace was ruined and I sent a panicked, whacked out text to Megan. Then I sat on the freezing floor in front of the washing machine and started unknotting some of the kinks.

Don't mind me, I'm just 29 years old & having a full-blown meltdown.

Don’t mind me, I’m just 29 years old and having a full-blown meltdown. If I had Photoshop, I’d add in streaky mascara and red eyes.

Yeah. Needless to say it was horrible. I know it’s just a chain. It is something that can be replaced so easily. But it’s not just a necklace. This necklace was a gift to me when I was in a very sad, dark place this summer. I have wondered each night as I put it in the spot it hangs on while I sleep how I would react if I ever broke it or if it was lost. I knew I’d be upset, but as upset as I was last night? I didn’t think it would go that far.

Anyhow, I got most of it done pretty easily with just my nails last night. Unfortunately, I had to sacrifice a lovely polish job to the chains as I twisted them (please note the index finger on my right hand in that above picture). So I have progressed from this:


You can’t even tell how bad it looks.

To this:

photo2There are only three more knots to get out. Megan suggested as church today that I use a sewing needle to try to life the chain away from itself. I feel like I can get it done, but it’s going to take all day and a ton of patience — thanks, Lord. I was just praying yesterday for more patience. I didn’t expect to get it this way, however.

As I was sitting here a little while ago, jabbing myself with the sewing needle, I thought, “This must be exactly what hell is like.” Seriously. Sitting around trying to get tiny knots out of a rough chain, knowing that the chain is otherwise in perfect condition? Knowing that the only reason the knots are there in first place is because of a stupid decision I made without thinking?

Again. Thanks for the lesson, Lord.

I’m sitting with that today, this Sunday, as I slow down and spend time time trying to untangle the knots in my necklace and at the same time, the knots in my life.

4 thoughts on “Knots

    • Krista says:

      I mean to post an updated but never got around to it — yes, I did! Actually, my mom and dad worked through the last few knots and I was so happy I cried and made my sister take a picture of me wearing the untangled necklace. I am now ULTRA careful with it!

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