You Remind Me of My Fat Gold Chain

Yesterday afternoon was all about wandering around Williamsburg, daydreaming about summer and browsing some shops with my dear friend (the powerhouse who gave PAPER this month's stunning Beautiful People spread) Ms. Jacqueline Di Milia. We were on the prowl for some tough-girl, tom-boyish togs that we could swing this spring, but nothing out there really hit that mark.

Instead, I came across these perfectly golden ornaments, which actually have a nice toughness to them, though they don't really rep my tom-boy side.

The necklace is awfully attractive, but I did wish it were significantly longer. The bracelet, however, is ample enough to be pushed up my arm, to that just-below-the-elbow area that often begs to be bejeweled, so i decided to take it home with me.

Jac left empty-handed but a gaping hole in my bauble collection was finally filled.

P.S. Doesn't the bracelet remind you of those rope ones that hot sailing instructors (and girls who longed for them like me) wore in the '80s?

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