Dolores
Dolores
My mother was a woman of grace, she did everything with deliberateness. She ate slowly to savor the flavor of each bite, she was never in a hurry, as that would defile her gracefulness. She often wore pearls and presented the effortless impeccability of her existence. I marveled at her sense of style and confidence. Every Saturday I would rearrange her jewelry box, and have her recite the tale that accompanied every piece she ever wore. The Dolores is made of irregular pearl beads spaced by smaller hematite beads. The wonderful Czechoslovakian handmade glass beads are a testament to the beauty of grace and simplicity.
My mother was a woman of grace, she did everything with deliberateness. She ate slowly to savor the flavor of each bite, she was never in a hurry, as that would defile her gracefulness. She often wore pearls and presented the effortless impeccability of her existence. I marveled at her sense of style and confidence. Every Saturday I would rearrange her jewelry box, and have her recite the tale that accompanied every piece she ever wore. The Dolores is made of irregular pearl beads spaced by smaller hematite beads. The wonderful Czechoslovakian handmade glass beads are a testament to the beauty of grace and simplicity.