Friday, February 12, 2010
The Two Day Rule
It's oh-so-likely that if you read this blog you know that Sunday is Valentine's Day. The kind of people who hunt and peck around on the internet looking at chairs and fabric and basalt are usually fully apprised that there is a holiday nestled in the depths of winter where we celebrate romance. Love is another thing entirely. Sometimes, if you've been around a while, romance needs a reminder.
Dashing through Hall's to catch the last of a very good sale, a few things happened to catch my eye in the jewelry room. No surprise.
Kansas City is a traditional town. Perhaps you'd like your Valentine to drape a Buccellati heart pendant around your neck?
Or plant a flower brooch upon your shoulder. (I am so going to be the brooch-on-the-shoulder matron. I'm fighting the urge right now.)
Optimists among you (I take myself firmly out of this group) remember that there are things such as sunshine and bare arms and tans. Ippolita's silver pieces may top your list.
Where did I linger? What case needed to be opened for just one quick look?
Gucci. And not for the bamboo earrings, though their cost-per-wear would eventually be pennies, or the pink gold bracelet, which was Mr. Blandings's guess.
No. The bamboo bangle with the tassels stopped me right in my tracks. I would go into hock for that bracelet. Let the boys go without shoes - it's practically Spring. Give up cable and good coffee. Eat in every night.
Well, I might.
The lovely gentleman in the Jewel Room says two days is the outside parameter for men shopping for gifts. Today is your day. Valentine's Day is Sunday. Now you have no excuse.
p.s. I've walked by these jewelry cases a million times and never noticed them. So chic.