"Si, blings, that is what it called. Very nice."
The wizened vendor at the small street stall was quick to assure me. I was on vacation in Mexico staying in a small seaside town on the Pacific Coast. There was a weekly market at the Zocalo, as the centre town square was called. I always found myself pulled towards the small, down the side street, stalls, thinking they would contain more authentic wares. On the small wooden table a tray of large silver and turquoise jewellery pieces had caught my eye. Some were a trifle on the gaudy side, complete with an edging of shiny stones.
"A bit over the top," I muttered under my breath. "Maybe if it was made into a ring."
The elderly man, with his English as sparse as my Spanish, smiled encouragingly. "Si, they are for blings, you know for fancy, for blings."
I had to laugh and then I felt obliged to purchase one of his pieces. They weren't very expensive. Anyway, you can always use a little bling in your life.
(This piece came about when I was stumped as to the topic 'siblings' for a 15 minute impromptu write. I felt a little sheepish as I read it out, but it made us laugh.)