From the time I was a little girl, I've always thought that there was something kind of magical about pearls. Princesses wore them wrapped around their wrists and dripping from their ears as they danced across shining ballrooms. Mermaids wove them into their flowing hair as they twirled through the water. Audrey Hepburn stunned from the screen as she stood in front of Tiffany's, draped in strands of pearls around that famous neck.
But they were a definite grown up thing. If I saw a girl, even a teenager wearing pearls, I thought they made her look matronly. Or silly, like she was trying to hard to look adult. I eschewed pearls for myself, relegating them to that time far in the future called Grown Up.
Somewhere along the line this year, I have morphed into someone who wears tailored pants and high heels to work on a daily basis. I am a woman who loves well cut white cotton button down shirts and wearing perfectly applied makeup, and also tends to prefer having her hair up rather than down since it makes her look more business like (plus, it's a lot easier to do in the morning if I just toss it into a hair clip).
And lately, I've been thinking that my jewelry box was missing an important element, a "just right" thing that would set off the crisp shirts and tailored pants. I realized it was finally time...time for me to wear pearls without looking silly.
So for Christmas, our last indulgent time before the upcoming Year Of Living Lean, I asked for a strand of pearls. And Kevin delivered, in the form of an 18 inch strand of gorgeous, perfectly strung 8mm pearls. They sit heavy and warm on my neck, and look damn good with a crisp white shirt, dark bootcut jeans and some black Italian pumps. I've worn them every day since I got them, and they couldn't feel more right.
Just call me Audrey.
But they were a definite grown up thing. If I saw a girl, even a teenager wearing pearls, I thought they made her look matronly. Or silly, like she was trying to hard to look adult. I eschewed pearls for myself, relegating them to that time far in the future called Grown Up.
Somewhere along the line this year, I have morphed into someone who wears tailored pants and high heels to work on a daily basis. I am a woman who loves well cut white cotton button down shirts and wearing perfectly applied makeup, and also tends to prefer having her hair up rather than down since it makes her look more business like (plus, it's a lot easier to do in the morning if I just toss it into a hair clip).
And lately, I've been thinking that my jewelry box was missing an important element, a "just right" thing that would set off the crisp shirts and tailored pants. I realized it was finally time...time for me to wear pearls without looking silly.
So for Christmas, our last indulgent time before the upcoming Year Of Living Lean, I asked for a strand of pearls. And Kevin delivered, in the form of an 18 inch strand of gorgeous, perfectly strung 8mm pearls. They sit heavy and warm on my neck, and look damn good with a crisp white shirt, dark bootcut jeans and some black Italian pumps. I've worn them every day since I got them, and they couldn't feel more right.
Just call me Audrey.
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