Writing Wednesday - A Picture Tells A Story

Sometimes you stumble across an item and all the possibilities tell a myriad of stories. Such as the case of the ring in the picture.

You see, I was finally going through some of the Renaissance Faire costumes hanging in the closet and looking at reusing some of the fabric. A couple of the noble woman's costume had been donated to the group we worked with in the past. I still have one almost full noble woman's costume left. I hate to give up the 100's of faux-pearls sewn on the costume.

This is the skirt I was looking for to recycle into something else. In pulling this picture out of my files, I made this outfit in 2007. So for the past 18 years I have been lugging this outfit from home to home, state to state.

 And it was only worn a handful of times, as Foxy decided to become a 'privateer' after her first season participating as a performer at the faire. 

So fast-forward 18 years and I am sitting at my desk, watching YouTube videos, while I deconstructed the skirt into fabric I could use for something else. Part of it will probably be made into the patchwork jacket I plan to make. 

As I cut off the waistband and pulled out the ribbon which was used as the tie, there on the end of the ribbon, was the ring, tied tightly in a couple of knots.

Obviously, it was not meant to come off. But did Foxy tie it there. She doesn't remember. We did lend the skirt out a couple of times. Did it come from someone else? 

Was it a token given at the fair? Maybe. Was it purchased by Foxy and forgotten? Possibly. I can tell it was definitely meant for a much younger woman's hand. It is a small size. 

I had posted the picture of the ring online and it was suggested by someone to write the story behind the ring. Make a story for it. Or several stories. 

The story which immediately came to mind was a young woman going through the family attic after her grandmother had passed away. They were cleaning out the house in order to sell the house and she comes across this ring, tied to a ribbon, in the bottom of a trunk. Did it belong to her grandmother? Where did she get it? Why was it saved all these years? 

That's the start of my story. What's your story?