I am not really sure if many dog owners watch the Westminster dog show with their pets, but I do. It has become a regular event that everyone enjoys. I am convinced that my dog Monkey Lee is taking style tips from the regal looking bichons, Chinese shar pei and poodles. Monkey can't take her eyes off the TV and I must concede she needs the help, she is a bit rough around the edges. Miss Monkey Lee is the most wonderful blonde, yet butch, sweetheart. I have attended the show many times and last years winner the Scottie belongs to a close family friend who got me my first west highland terrier. There are 6 new breeds this year, a rather new and welcome addition to this great event. However, as a counter point to these new breed conscripts, is the age old fashion disasters that lead these beautiful animals. I wish I was a bigger person, and had enough benevolence or compassion to overlook the outfits on the contestants, but I can't, at least not yet. I took a couple of verbal beatings from some particularly neurotic handlers backstage a few years back, and need to get over it. For the record, the movie best in show is totally real. I love the herding group and terriers. Lately I have been very sensitive to the weather, the effects of hard southern rains will do that to you I guess. The colors of sky change more noticeably, and subtle nuances of color pre curse the spring. Earlier today there was the most beautiful lavender cloud that sat motionless against the purest blue sky. I get challenged by looking at natures little treasures. I always look for those stones that have unusual color. I find it easier to see new combinations when a stone in hand has distinctive and unexpected color. It will take a very specific blue spinel to get close to the lavender cloud color. It exists, and most likely will come from Ceylon where some color will be shared with light blue sapphires that have been being mined there for a very long time.
The better parts of one's memory are the things that you don't remember. That concept is a theory championed by Marcel Proust in his books: "In Search of Lost Time." It is a theory I agree with. The things that happen in our every day lives that trigger memories long forgotten are the most romantic memories that we have because they live outside the sphere of our automatic recall. This afternoon I had two such memories happen at different times of the day. The first was eating a Pinkberry yogurt with chocolate, and the second was jogging by the street car on St. Charles Avenue. The yogurt and chocolate reminded me so much of the Dannon yogurt bars that I had as a child and the taste was nearly identical. I have for a long time been trying to find that same flavor unsucessfully until today. The second such memory was the smell of the dust coming off of the tracks as the trolly passed me on my evening jog. It smelled exactly like specific memories of growing up in New York and the onset of spring. It is impossible to describe exactly what the smells referenced, but they were very intimate and very identifiable of a specific time in my youth. The importance of all this to me is that it transported me back to my childhood and the wonderful memories I had from that time. The certain colors in the gem stone world, when seen together, remind me of the trips that I took as a child and my first experiences with jewelry.