So I drank too much caffeine at the wedding and I couldn't sleep so I've been online or cropping, printing and arranging photos for a birthday gift for my niece. While at the wedding, I asked my aunt's brother in law, whom I've never spoken with before, if he remembers where he got a necklace for my mom forty years ago, back when they dated briefly. Of course he didn't but memories were jogged and it was all very friendly. I had worn this particular necklace for ten years. It was so delicate and beautiful and the perfect length - I can't stand to have anything touch my chest and this sat right at my throat. It was like magic, I remember from when I was little, how the sparkles moved gently within the tiny glass sphere. When I was 20, I dropped it on a tile floor and it shattered. I cried. I searched for a replacement unsuccessfully for years. An old boyfriend had a pitiful replica made for me that was neither a sphere nor filled with crystals. So this morning, in my meditative state, achieved through no sleep and sitting here at the screen long enough, I found it. Its called a floating opal pendant. There were lots of them available and, with a little more searching, I found the same one! And bought it immediately. For $50. Perfect.
This one is similar, but mine was silver. You can't see how it moves inside and catches the light, but it gives an idea.