This doesn’t have a thing to do with food or cooking or photograpy or my life in the kitchen. Instead, it’s about my life. And it answers the questions and comments I’ve gotten about my ever-present pearls.
Many of you have noticed that in these photos I’m almost always wearing a string of pearls. I’ve been asked why I wear them all the time, is there some meaning to them. The simple answer is yes, they represent something very special. Us.
They were a gift many years ago. Back when we were young, poor and just feeling our way through a rather turbulent beginning, I mentioned that I’d love to have real pearls. R bought them for me for my birthday. A gift we couldn’t really afford. But I wanted them and he gave them, without hesitation. I wore them often. I was married in them. But they were just another piece of jewelry.
Fast forward a few years and a couple of kids. Toddlers and pearls don’t mix and when the string was broken I put them away, to be repaired “one day”. They sat, almost entirely forgotten, in the back of a dresser drawer for years. Every now and then I’d think about having them repaired but somehow I just never quite made the effort.
Finally, when I’d had them for more than twenty years, I made the effort and had them mended. I’ve worn them almost every day since. The many pearls symbolize all the many things that make up a life together – all the years, the obstacles overcome, the joys and the sorrows and the moments big and small. They remind me to be mindful. They remind me to give without hesitation.
After all those years in the back of a drawer, the strand was rediscovered and repaired. Just as we neglected ourselves and each other then made the effort and are now mended and whole.