Alright, let’s gab about this rose quartz purple thing, or whatever they call it. Folks these days, always makin’ up fancy names for stuff. But listen, I’ve seen my share of rocks, you know, pickin’ ‘em up from the fields, washin’ ‘em in the creek.
So, this rose quartz… first off, they say it’s pink. Pink, like a baby’s blanket, sometimes light, sometimes a bit darker. But purple? Hmm, that’s a new one on me. Maybe it’s got a bit of that purple mixed in, like when you’re makin’ jam and some of the berries squish together. Makes sense, I guess. Nature ain’t perfect, you know.
Now, how do you tell if it’s the real deal? That’s the tricky part. City folks got their fancy tools, but us, we gotta use what we got. One thing they say is it’s heavier than glass. You pick up a piece, and it feels… solid, you know? Like a good potato, not like one of them hollow plastic toys.
- Heavy as a rock: Yep, it should feel weighty in your hand. If it’s light and flimsy, chances are it’s fake, like them plastic flowers they sell at the market.
- Pink, but not too perfect: Real rose quartz ain’t all one color, see? It’s got light bits and dark bits, like a cloudy sky. If it’s all the same pink, all smooth and perfect, I’d be suspicious.
And speaking of color, they say sunlight can make it fade. Not right away, mind you, but leave it out in the sun long enough, and it’ll lose some of that pink. That’s nature for ya, always changin’. Like my hair, used to be black as coal, now it’s mostly gray. But that fake stuff, it’ll stay pink forever, stubborn as a mule.
Another thing, they say this rose quartz can scratch glass. Now, I ain’t gonna go around breakin’ windows, but you can try it on a bottle or somethin’. If it leaves a mark, then it’s hard, like it should be. If it just slides right off, well, maybe it’s not so tough after all. Reminds me of that time my grandson tried to break a walnut with a plastic hammer… bless his heart.
And inside, this rose quartz, it’s got patterns, all mixed up, not regular or anything. Like a bowl of oatmeal, all lumpy and bumpy. That’s how you know it’s real, see? Nature don’t make things perfect, it makes ‘em interesting. It’s got swirls and clouds, light parts and dark parts. If it’s too clear, too perfect, like a store-bought window, then it ain’t right.
So, this rose quartz purple, if it’s heavy, if it’s got different shades of pink (and maybe some purple too), if it fades in the sun, if it scratches glass, and if it’s got those wonky patterns inside, then you might have the real thing. But honestly, I just like pickin’ up pretty rocks. Don’t much care if they’re fancy or not. If it feels good in your hand and it catches your eye, that’s all that matters.
And don’t go payin’ a fortune for it either! Some folks try to charge an arm and a leg for these things. But you can find ‘em in the fields, in the creeks, if you just keep your eyes open. Nature’s generous, you know? She gives us plenty of pretty things, if we just take the time to look.
And that’s all I gotta say about this rose quartz purple. Don’t get too caught up in the fancy names and the big prices. Just find a rock that speaks to you, that feels good in your hand, and that’s all that matters. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go make some supper. Them chickens ain’t gonna cook themselves, you know.
So remember, when looking for rose quartz, think heavy, think mixed colors, think scratches glass, and think messy insides. And if it’s got a bit of purple, well, that’s just a little extra somethin’ special, like findin’ a four-leaf clover.
And one last thing, don’t go trustin’ everything you read on the internet. Sometimes, you just gotta use your own common sense. And if it seems too good to be true, it probably is. That’s what my mama always told me, and she was a wise woman.