On Monday, I was given a lovely antique pearl collar by my father. He lives halfway across the world now and I haven't seen him in years (though we do talk every night), and his gift was a complete surprise.
Apparently the pearls belonged to my great-great grandmother, though I've yet to confirm this. I'll ask my grandmother when I see her this weekend. Anyways, they're absolutely gorgeous, even if they're a bit (an inch or two, she must have had a tiny neck!) too small.
I went to a jewelers (my mother swears by them when it comes to pearls) the other day, and I was absolutely not taken seriously. I suppose seeing a sixteen-year-old with a piece of jewelery other than a cheap, costume piece must have been quite surprising to them. Despite the fact that I'd researched pearls for a few days (mostly on this forum) and asked specific questions, including what kind of pearls they were, I got, "Oh, those are pearls". They insisted that they were simply pearls, and that pearls were pearls were pearls were pearls. I think they wanted to get rid of me.
I'll have my mother go back with them, alone, and see what they tell her. Anyways! Here it is, I love it very much.
I think they need to be re-knotted (the knots seem very large to me, although I don't know too much about knot sizes, anyways). My mom suggested having it restrung into four rows so that there would be enough pearls to go around my neck, but she didn't quite see that the clasp has five little loops for a strand. Oh well. I suppose that whenever I find out what kind of pearls they are, I can purchase some extras and have them incorporated in.
This is the first piece of pearl jewelery I've ever owned (hopefully not for long! I've got my eye on some lavender Freshadama earrings), and I've fallen in love with their luster and mystique.