It's no surprise to anyone who has worked with me, worshiped with me, walked with me or even "wined" with me that I'm a jewelry addict. I don't know what it is about sparkly things (whether big or small, real or fake) that hypnotize me. I don't know if I mentioned this in a previous post, but when I was in high school, I used to look for things around the house (I mean anything) that didn't have an owner, and just try to construct and in some cases deconstruct them into something original. I remember walking into chorus class one day and one of my classmates asked, "Do you have blue rocks around your neck?" Blue rocks? Duh, this is a one-of-a-kind piece! These aren't rocks, I wanted to say. These are precious stones I found in my mother's vase, anchoring her fake flowers. But in reality, I did have BLUE ROCKS around my neck!!
Ahhh...to be 14 again! I would ROCK those rocks like a fashionista.
Jewelry addict? Yes. But purse addict? I'm not sure. I am beginning to scare myself a bit. I was never one to have a purse for every outfit or a purse that matches my shoes, etc. But lately, I've been purse loving. I haven't turned into a purse snob yet. And what I mean by that is I'm not exclusive to one brand or just luxury brands.
To be continued....