A wise American once said:
“Don’t be fooled by the rocks that I got
I’m still, I’m still [Betty on a box]
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from West Footscray!)”
Well, Sunshine via West Footscray, via a tree-free village in Sicily.
Those who know me, know that I’m a simple girl.
I don’t go for the big brands. I don’t wear Chanel cosmetics, I go for Napoleon.
And I’m vitually free ofgourmet bling – there’s some Kenneth Cole bling*, Victoria Mason bling* and that (now broken) necklace I got from the world’s biggest jewellery store when JJ and I got lost near Chiang Mai that time – bling* yes, but alas, no-name bling*.
Geez, I do like a pretty piece of jewellery though.
So what’s a girl to do?
At around £8000 apiece, they are unlikely additions to the jewellery tree so… here’s something a little loser to home, and priced lower than the kitchen renovation, with thanks to the delightfully gorgeous taxidermist/jeweller, Julia DeVille (yep, that’s a real animal bone).