Pearls, Perfumes and Passionate Secrets

From the women that paved my way.....

Warning: This is really a very old fashioned sort of article. As you begin to read it, you’ll see why I say so. Just keep an open mind, pour a lovely cup of jasmine tea (My grandmas favorite!) go backwards in time for a gentle moment and enjoy.

My Mothers Pearls

My mother's natural blue gray pearls were actually her mother’s pearls and her grandmother's and great grandmother’s before her.  I inherited them when she died 14 years ago and they are beautiful, longer than opera length and even when wrapped in three strands they fall fluidly way beyond my breasts. These pearls are the loveliest silvery blue, the bewitching shade of the sea before a storm.  Because they are natural pearls and at least 130 years old there is a whole other lineage of women that I'm linked to through them, Japanese free divers who often risked their lives to obtain these coveted beauties.

There was no other way to collect pearls before the 20th century and sometimes the divers had to go as deep as 40 to 125 feet…