I look, but I don’t buy.
I was alone at the pearl seminar on the ship a few days ago – exciting, sitting there, having thousands of dollars worth of chokers and rings passed around the room.
Slipping right through my fingers and on to the next person, after I have taken a good look, especially at the flaws and dimples that the jeweller has said to look for.
|... pearls still in the shell ...|
In Tianjin, Wyona and I walked through a market – and we got stuck at a sidewalk merchant’s kiosk – me first of all, and then her later down the line. Now this is a long story. No one spoke English. There were 5 strings of pink pearls. Wyona decided they would look nice, 2 ½ strings for her and 2 ½ strings for me. Now the trouble was, pantomiming this for the merchant and establishing a price. All she did was gather to both sides of her and behind her, many Chinese women, watching her and then the merchant – all of them trying to figure out what she was doing. Her signed language worked – 2 strands, one for each of us, knotted, paid for and picked up by 3 pm.
|... every colour, every size, every hue ...|
Put the two strings together and she would be back for them in 20 minutes.
It was when we got home and were studying their natural beauty that she began to laugh.
The pearls are white, pink and peach, one of each and then the pattern is replicated.
|Wyona behind the earring rack and speaking with the clerk|
So half of the necklace has one design and the other half of the loop has the other design.
I was wondering tonight when we were watching the TV show were people take in their family treasures and have them appraised by an auctioneer, what the appraiser will say when one of her daughters takes that treasure in the Antique Roadshow, Maryland.