Oodles of Pearls

Today I bought three strands of fake pearls and a pair of fake pearl earrings. The earrings are huge and verging on obnoxious, but so are the three strands of pearls. The longest strand goes nearly to my belly button and the two others are just inches shorter in length.

This pearl fest was inspired by the Sex in the City movie (which I'm not proud to say I've watched two and a half times). There is a scene in the movie where Carrie and Big are laying in bed, reading. Carrie is wearing barely anything (just a silky little something and underwear) but she manages to accessorize it with a long strand of pearls. As she sits in bed reading a book of love letters to Big, my thoughts drift from their interaction and go to the strand of pearls she is wearing. It occurs to me then how very lovely it would be to have my own strand of long, elegant pearls.

Of course a long, elegant strand of pearls in not a very practical thing for a girl to go out and buy (unless you're Carrie and drop it like it's hot). So, I resigned myself to not having a long, elegant strand of pearls...UNTIL...the other day when I was digging around in my jewelry box (a recycled cigar box filled with costume jewelry) and found a strand of fake pearls I must have gotten as a kid. Yippee! In that moment I was delighted with the fact that I am such a pack rat. I sported my fake pearls happily knowing that they didn't cost (present day me) any money.

Then today I found the mother load. In the horrid process of finding jeans, I happened upon oodles of fake pearl accessories at American Eagle. I gleefully bought the longest strands they had and a ridiculous set of matching earrings, knowing full well how silly I was behaving. I now sit on my couch (without regret) feeling very pretty with a long strand of pearls dangling around my neck (wearing considerably more than Carrie).