Pearls of wisdom
The Museum of Natural History in New York now has a special exhibit on pearls. Pearls are my birthstone, and the only stone I like which doesn’t sparkle. As I write this, I am actually wearing a beautiful pair of natural pearl earrings, which Rufus gave me on our 5th anniversary. It turns out that only an x-ray can tell if the pearls are natural (rare) or cultured (common), but knowing they are the real thing makes me feel glamorous — sort of like knowing you are wearing real diamonds or a really cute bra. Even if no-one else knows…you do.
While I can’t go to the exhibit and marvel over things like the huge pearl discovered by a slave in the 1500′s which: 1) bought his freedom; 2) belonged to Mary Tudor (Elizabeth I’s big sis and also the chic who had Lady Jane’s head cut off, among others, earning her the unaffectionate nickname of Bloody Mary); 3) now belongs to Elizabeth Taylor (whose only requirement in jewelry seems to be that it’s BIG), I am going to the Ansel Adams exhibit at SF MOMA after work today. I’m going to meet my aunt/godmother there, take in the exhibit, and then we’ll meet Rufus for dinner afterwards at Le Petit Robert.
Le Petit Robert is next door to the incredible French bakery, which I have raved about earlier, and run by the same people. I haven’t been there before, but I’m sure it will be great. Watch this space for a full report.
