My mum tells me the 16th of June 1960 was in the midst of a heat wave. She should know it was a long labour. I weighed in at a bonny 9lb 2oz, I was very long, with a mop of dark hair and unusually for a newborn, hazel coloured eyes. I was also very blue. 50 years on, I’m not blue or as dark as I was, but the hazel eyes remain. I was born at home, which was a farmhouse, just over the hill from here.
Mum wanted me to have a piece of jewellery to mark significant birthday: I’m a bit of a sucker for brooches, be they vintage, granny bling or contemporary.
So I plumped for contemporary brooch, I’ve been following Denna Gracie’s blog for sometime and coveting her work for all of that time. I asked her to make me a brooch, here is a quick snapshot of my special gift (I’ll be late for work if I don’t stop messing about!)
I’m thrilled with it; it winged its way from New Zealand to Derbyshire without a hitch, ducking in under the cloud of Icelandic volcanic ash, but not under the radar of customs and excise. The brooch bears the word Aroha, a Maori word meaning love, compassion, or affectionate regard. I like that.