My grandmother was a wise woman who knew me well. I miss her. She would have said of me yesterday (actually, I kept hearing her in my head) that I had taken in bar steel and was spitting out nails – and she would have been right. But she also would have counseled me to look for beauty, to assemble it from pieces if I had to, but to find it somewhere. So this morning I went out looking for pretty things, and I discovered just exactly what she was talking about.