Those of your following my website and e-mail
                          newsletters are aware that I've been creating
                          Enchanted Self Necklaces and now earrings.  Many
                          of you have purchased them to wear or to give to
                          another special woman.  But I bet none of you
                          know the REAL history behind the necklaces!~
                        
                        
                           
                        
                        
                          When I was very small, between the ages of two and
                          four I used to get sick a lot.  My mother 
                          Bernice Becker would
                          find herself housebound with a bored child.  We
                          had no television and I wasn't old enough to get lost
                          in any radio shows.  My toys didn't work for me
                          when I was confined to bed, and most of them were
                          trucks.  What was my mother to do? 
                          Actually, she knew exactly what to do and that is the
                          beginning of the Enchanted Self Jewelry Line.
                        
                           
                        
                        
                          First she would let me sit, like a princess, in the
                          middle of my parent's bed.  Next, she would empty
                          out her jewelry drawer and bring to the bed what
                          appeared to me to be a million boxes.  Then she
                          would open them one by one, and I would watch as the
                          bed magically became a jewelry store, with rows and
                          rows of glamorous pins, earrings, rings, necklaces and
                          several watches.  I was enthralled.  There
                          was the Cameo pin that my grandmother had given her,
                          and the rhinestone necklace that I was sure was really
                          diamonds!  And so many earrings with pearls and
                          other glass gems.  I was so excited.  I
                          couldn't wait. Suddenly, my headache was gone and my
                          throat didn't hurt so much.  Let's play jewelry
                          store!
                        
                        
                           
                        
                        
                          And we did.  First I would be the customer and my
                          mother would be the saleslady.  I would pick an
                          item and she would explain to me all of its facets of
                          beauty and charm.  I would get to try it on. 
                          Then if I decided to purchase it, she would place it
                          in a box and I would pretend to give her money. 
                          Then I would take it 'home'.  That meant I would
                          put it up next to me by my father's pillow.  Next,
                          I would be a different lady coming in to by something
                          else.  This would continue until the pillows
                          besides me were laden with boxes.  Finally, if I
                          wasn't too tired all would be reversed and I would be
                          the saleslady and my mother would be the customer. 
                          It was wonderful fun.
                        
                        
                           
                        
                        
                          I loved playing Jewelry Store.  It made the
                          afternoon fly as I was lost in the safety of my
                          mother's love and devotion and mesmerized by the
                          beauty of the color and shapes of my mom's jewelry. 
                          The fact that it was all costume, except for the Cameo
                          pin and her wedding rings, of course made no
                          difference to me.  It was all gorgeous and
                          glamorous and someday I would be a grown-up lady
                          wearing beautiful jewelry, just like my mom.
                        
                        
                           
                        
                        
                          That is the real origin of THE ENCHANTED SELF Jewelry
                          Line.  And because the origin comes from such an
                          intimate place in my memory bank, I can give the
                          necklaces the intensity of meaning and the beauty that
                          they exude.  They are not just putting a heart on
                          a string-they are a true representation of the
                          energies of the heart that are unique to us, as women,
                          and specifically generated by my own early good
                          fortune to be loved with care, devotion and
                          imagination by my mother.
                        
                        
                           
                        
                        
                          As I've mentioned before, we receive the most positive
                          energy to move forward in our lives, when we are able
                          to re-ignite earlier energies that are specific to us,
                          not to anyone else.  They are our own and there
                          is a passion that comes from them that can not come
                          from attempting to simply follow someone else's
                          suggestions or instructions-no matter how wise they
                          may be.  We are our own energy tanks that can
                          always be renewed.  We just need to learn how to
                          identify, honor and trust what is uniquely ours!