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On the Wasp SATs (thank you, Waspy Redhead, for that delicious phrase), Tiffany is to a Southern California girl of a certain vintage as David Yurman is to a Texan. It is the foundation jewelry around which we base our outfits, and we would no sooner leave the house without it than we would go without decent highlights.
This all seemed terribly important to me back in 2003, when I was set to graduate law school, turn 25, and somehow (gulp) Figure Out My Life. It was a heady time, full of promise and the immense relief of being done with school - slash - horror of Bar study. In honor of my graduating, my late grandmother generously gave me a small check - which seemed a princely sum at that student time - and told me to head to Tiffany and pick something out.
Tiffany! Like any woman raised on Audrey Hepburn and Elle Woods, I was star-struck by that special shade of blue and the sterling silver treasures that those perfect little boxes contained. I didn't own any Tiffany - or any "fancy" jewelry at all, for that matter - hailing as I do from a long line of sturdy, practical sorts who don't put much stock in that sort of thing, if you can believe it.
I spent hours poring over my catalog, dreaming about which treasure to select. What you see above is the end result - it's just a simple silver necklace, but oh, what a big deal it was back then.
I don't wear this much anymore, but when I do I'm proud - proud of having completed a degree that was difficult and entirely outside my comfort zone, when I'd wanted to quit a thousand times over. I'm grateful to my late grandmother, my fellow pink sheep of the family who also enjoyed the Pretty things in life.
Isn't that what Pretty is about, after all - the good memories of people and experiences which make us better than we are?
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