The beautiful pearls, a gift to me from my daughter. She bought them for me at the pearl market in Beijing. My daughter bought me half a strand so I could make gifts for myself or for people I love. the dark beads glow red when light shines through them.
Another gift was made today, but won’t be shared here. Most of today was an exercise in frustration with various bits of technology being difficult, and otherwise behaving badly.
Not every day is a glorious one.