I love jewelry. If I could walk around in my Lululemon get-up with Liz Taylor’s diamonds on everyday, I would. I WOULD.

Anyway, I had a few things that were broken, and I kept thinking I wanted to get them repaired, but then, they just kept slipping off of my to-do list, and I’d think how much I missed the necklace, or earrings, and smack myself upside the head.

Love this necklace. And now I can wear it again!

I finally got to it yesterday. Liberation, and everything fixed, by a woman who was was apparently given all the patience I did not receive upon birth. She sat with a bracelet for like 10 straight minutes, knotting and unknotting it, and boom, she made it wearable again. She came up with an ingenious idea for my earrings, which continually bend, because of the way they’re constructed, but are among my most fave ear decorations, to put a little flexible glue on them. And again, I wore them out of the store. And lastly, she fixed my broken necklace, which I wore to bed last night (which is maybe why it broke in the first place?)

All fixed.

I’m all sparkly today. Cold, (dammit), but sparkly. Thanks to the Pear Tree in Brookline.