A few years ago, for my birthday, my Grandmother gave me her amber necklace. She told me that she and my Grandfather bought it in Riga, Latvia, in 1947. “It was the first beautiful thing we have allowed ourselves after the War”. At the time Baltic Amber was very cheep and the only thing they could afford.
The beads were strung on a thick nylon fishing line and simply tied with a knot. With time the nylon shrank and the necklace looked “funny” and all tight. Grandma told me that I would have to restring it.
It took me a few years to decide that I am brave enough to tackle it. I found an amber clasp to match the beads, but still kept putting it off.
Finally last week I decided that the time is now.
Here is the result.