the Gilded Age
I’ve been having flashbacks to my jr. high days (could be that fashion styles from those days of yore are popping up in my wardrobe again).
One memory sticks out in my mind: Sitting on a patent leather high chair at tweeny mall-fave, Claires, hugging a teddy bear while getting my ears pierced.
And were the gunshot wounds to my earlobes completely in vain? I hope not, but lately, the lobes have been looking a little sparse. I’ve been going bare recently, maybe a protest to all the dangly stuff I’ve previously worn.
My friend Alice sensed my earring dilemma, and is now getting me these (left) for my birthday:
I was like, “girl say whhhhaaaaaa???”
These oxidized sterling silver, prickly porcupine-inspired hoops are amazing, from her friend Kristen Elspeth’s Gilded Age collection.
I like these too:
So who wants to buy me these?
xo
Diane C.
