Pearls & Curls
I've had this really fabulous Kenneth Cold necklace forever and as far as I can tell, it's made a single, sad little appearance on this blog.
I still remember buying it!
M & I were at this amazing, super industrial outlet store near our old place - in its heyday, I'd leave with an armful of shoes, and its slow decline saddened me - and I saw it in the glass case. The brown leather is unbelievably supple and buttery, and the little pearls randomly strewn through out this textured silver, well, I died. Of course, I took it home, never once suspecting it'd end up around my waist one day.
I love it this way and probably ought to have more faith in its construction, but I was a little afraid all my rigorous running around and climbing up and down rickety old stepladders might break it. It turns out fate would take care of that for me, when I spilled a shitload of cooking oil all over the front of the dress whilst preparing for dinner with poor scientist. will blog for food, requiring a head-to-toe wardrobe change.
It happens to the best of us, right? Or maybe just me. Hm.