Recently, I ordered some pearls through my online supplier. It’s kind of hard to tell sizes and colors over the Internet, especially if you’re looking at the photo on a smartphone.
I’m really sure that I read their color, size and grade, but I was wavering between two choices. You know: a tap on the screen and it’s done.
So when I received these pearls, I expected them to be a B grade, creamy luster. What I got was a D grade, striated peach-colored string of pearls that looked awful. I mean, terrible. Like that oyster had put up the fight of its life with a grain of sand or a worm, whatever had invaded its territory. These pearls were a battlefield.
“I’ll throw them away, or donate them,” I thought, sweeping them to the far side of my craft table. They were certainly not the glowing, evenly matched pearls I had anticipated. Fortunately, my investment was small. I could do without them.
After a few days of not acting on my thoughts, I noticed the pearls again. I picked up the string. “Ah, they’re not so bad. There’s got to be at least a pair that will work for earrings in here.” I was getting interested in these pearls now. They didn’t look so bad. In fact, there were a few that were nearly perfectly round and shining. I almost missed them by looking at the more misshapen ones.
I went to work and created a necklace and two pairs of earrings. Posted the pictures: here’s hoping no one thinks these are ugly.
To my shock, these pearls got the most love out of any items I had made! People commented, favorited and liked any and all pictures of them. Peach is the “hot color” this year.
This incident got my attention. The mistake I made turned out to be a solid investment, even if I don’t sell out of the peach pearl jewelry, I love my creation. I no longer see them as ugly.
I’ve been going through a health crisis of sorts ever since early August. Had a pinched nerve, but other symptoms as well. It’s left me tired of being in pain. Tired of wondering if it’s something else….something worse.
I’ve always been so good at spotting the ugly situations first, rather than seeing the less-than-perfect things as an opportunity to learn.
I have to remind myself that there might be a pearl or two–of wisdom, hopefully–that I will learn through these tough times.
It may not look perfect, but I have a feeling I’ll love the unusual wisdom I will gain from this fight!