No, this post is not a vampiric epilogue to Edward. Seriously, I don’t understand the fascination obsession. I’m talking about a “mined” set of baubles, baby. And I have too many friends interested in the Twilight genre that I sadly know what this Sparkle crap is.
Question for the ladies: do you really like receiving jewelry as presents? What is it — a “promise I won’t cheat on you” ring? Pearl necklace? *snerk* Emerald-encrusted chastity belts? I question this mainly because, well, it’s holiday time, we’re inundated by the shadowed, sappy diamond commercials (Forever. *tear* I’m not a vampire), and you can’t even shop a Sam’s Club without seeing a huge selection of… more jewelry. Helluva lot cheaper than those featured TV specialty places though, for what it’s worth. Um, nothing?
Again, do you really care that much about receiving expensive pieces of wearable art as holiday presents? Do you need something wrapped all cutesy in a box that takes away from the spending budget for alcohol? (NO!) Oh… moving on. I suppose I’m a bit more practical and mature in my gift-giving and list-making (or boots. Can’t go wrong with boots. Well, I guess you can with sizes, but crazy-colored boots in an 8.5. Thank you, Santa). I can buy fashion jewelry with my own salary (see two posts ago). Don’t get me wrong, I have graciously been a beneficiary of one-of-a-king diamond goodness, but I’m more of the “why not just send me to Czech Republic for two weeks” breed. Oh, that’s not considered practical either?
Or, I don’t know, a coupon to do the dishes for a week. Those bubbles are seriously priceless.
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