Despite having no familiarity with the Catholic faith beyond my time in the classroom and a school mass once a week, I loved the the rosary: The gentle rhythm of the prayers, the feel of the beads sliding through my fingers. Even back then, I had trouble sleeping and a busy mind that never seemed to quiet. When the night seemed to drag on, I would tug out the beads and whisper the prayers until I fell asleep. Sometimes six months would go by before I would think of it, or discover it fallen between my bed and the wall. That little plastic rosary moved with me from Austin to Houston, then across the world and back again when my family lived in New Zealand. It came to four different colleges with me. It held up until my boyfriend (who later became my husband) bought me a border collie puppy for my birthday and the rosary became collateral damage during one of her seek and destroy missions in my apartment while she was teething.
I missed my rosary after that. Some nights, during the stressful years of college and stormy relationships and long hours of jobs that seemed to fill every moment that I wasn’t sitting in lectures, I would long for those little beads. It wasn’t until I began to seriously explore the Catholic faith many years later, that I would find my way to a little Catholic bookstore and smile when I found a tangle of little plastic rosaries in a basket along the wall. I picked up the glow-in-the dark one.
Since my conversion, I have received many lovely rosaries as gifts (all quite a step up from the plastic and string). I’ve always felt the need to keep one with me, but over the years I have broken more than I care to count by carrying them in the pockets of jeans or coats, by tossing them into my overstuffed purse. I eventually went to the craft store and bought needle nose jewelry pliers, to tackle the piles of broken beads sitting in my drawer, and I stopped carrying them around as much because I was wary of breaking more chains and having to repeat the delicate job of crimping everything back together again.
When I discovered the rosary bracelets at Shannon’s shop, I was enchanted by the idea and the all the lovely colors. Apparently I talked about them a LOT, because I received two as gifts for my birthday last June. I never expected how my relationship with the rosary would change thanks to what I mostly saw as a pretty piece of jewelry.
Right now you can use the discount code DAINTYCATE at Organic Mama’s Shop and get 20% off! Not only does she have my favorite rosary bracelets, there are also traditional rosaries, novena bracelets, nursing bracelets and necklaces, and other lovely jewelry, all made by Shannon’s talented hands. And I don’t know about y’all, but with Halloween over and Thanksgiving looming, I’m starting to get my Christmas shopping going, so I can spread out the bills a bit. I definitely plan to pick a few items for my favorite mamas and friends from the shop and check a few names off of my list. I hope that everyone has the opportunity to explore Shannon’s site and see her amazing work. Even more, I hope that (whether with a bracelet here or your own favorite well-worn rosary) everyone is inspired to begin bringing the rosary into their daily lives.
And let me know which color you choose! I love seeing which ones people pick!