
I’ve also been creating a few more garments for Belle Armoire and for future vendor shows. I’m almost done with a piece I’m so happy with but for the finishing touch I wanted to add some little pearl beads. I have some but the sheen is too pink and the little white ones are not what I want either. For years I carried around a glass vial of white pearl beads, granted these were not real pearls but still pretty, with a cork stopper. I still see them in my mind but I cannot place them. I’ve looked in all the places they should have been and I rediscovered the Big Sur jade buttons, the abalone pieces, the vintage earrings that could be unstrung, the small hand pendant carved from bone and attached to a brass filagree setting, the large freshwater Tahitian pearls I buy in Kauai, the tiny crochet buttons, just about every little thing except those pearls. I am giving up and will settle for what I have or wait until tomorrow when I go to town and visit the bead store. Sigh.
How does this happen? You save something and save it and save it just knowing that it will be the thing you need someday but after a while you decide to let it go or it gets lost. I’m not sure which of these things happened but as I said I’ve given up.
I did pray to St. Anthony the patron St. of lost things, you know how that goes right? ……. more often than not that really does work for me but not this time.