The stone

 

In the past year, I had only sent boy one jewelry designer, mentioning that anything from Miss Sarah Perlis would suit me just fine. In the midst of conversation a few weeks ago, he appeared oblivious to this request and couldn't recall that I had sent him anything. I shook it off, reminding myself that he had good taste and capable to find a jeweler himself.

The 'Story'

(the only photo of us I snagged in the moment*)

That wasn’t very nice of me. I promised you ‘the story’ yesterday, and I was a no show.

Before I go on and on, you should know that Philip and I have known each other and maintained a heart-wrenching but amicable friendship for quite some time. Though, from the end of year one to the end of year three, we were apart, divided between states. He in Washington D.C. Me in Boston. It was a tragic three years; just ask my sister.

On Sunday morning this past weekend, Philip had planned to invite me to a morning of Eastern Market activities. Have you heard of D.C.’s Eastern Market? It is a girls' dream- jewelry vendors, fruit stands, boutique pop up stands, and cafes close by with delectable brunch selections. Well, I walked right into his trap, on Saturday  afternoon, I pleaded that we go the market over the weekend, since we had yet to visit this summer season. I should have known he was up to something as he smiled and nodded agreeably. 

Oh, didn't I tell you . . .

Readers, I have a secret. It's been a little over two months since I started this blog, and as my 50th post, I thought I would share a little, delightful secret with you. I know you thought my weekend was just this, but one other thing happened.