Hot Under the Collar

I can't begin to tell you how much I love the trend of wearing your  necklace under your shirt collar. Doesn't it look super cool?

Definitely buying more shirts to work this. And what's even better is that the louder the necklace the better it works which makes me happy.

(Images via My fashion Tricks, Stylemania)

A Little Bird Told Me

(Image via SMUG)

I think these procelain bird pendants are delightful. But because the ideas of simplicity and restraint go against my own personal aesthetic leanings I wish all four above were one necklace. But that would probably just be greedy, wouldn't it?

Acting on Impulse

I went into Jigsaw to buy this:

Just a simple, plain, inexepensive vest top. Where's the harm in that?

But I left the shop with this:

and this:

(Images via Jigsaw)

It was just there, at the counter, while I was waiting. Looking so pretty and shiny. What was I to do?

Me: Oooh! Could I try that on?

Sales assistant: Why yes, of course. (Internal monologue) Mwah, ha, ha! Our evil sales techniques are working. We've caught another one.

Me: It's really pretty... (Internal monologue) I only came in for a vest.

Sales assistant: It really suits you, it goes really well with your outfit, it's a limited collection, it might not be here if you wait, you're really pretty (Internal monologue) Reel her in, she's impressionable, we can get her!

Me: I think I'm going to get it. (Internal monologue) I deserve it, why shouldn't I have something pretty?

Sales assistant: A great choice. That'll be five times what you intended to spend please.

Me: Wonderful!

The End

Stick Your Neck Out

(River Island)

If a girl, you know, just a friend, was trying to be sensible and save some pennies, was trying to be an actual, real-life grown up, then spending £25 on a perspex necklace probably wouldn't be the best place to start, would it?

Or is it worth it?

Come on guys, help me out here...

Cruise Control

I know that you will have been on the edge of your seat, wondering how the Russian necklace worked out. I was pretty pleased with it. Got to work on my gurning though, in almost every picture. I look like Tom Cruise, for God's sake, with that hideous inane grin.

Dusty Binn(s)

(Image via Yvonne Rohe)

I get Russian inspired shooty necklace. I like it. Am wearing excellent necklace myself today. This is convo with client that happened earlier...

Clinetess: 'Oooh love necklace!'

Self: 'Many kind thank yous.'

Clientess: 'Is Tom Binns?'

Self: 'Is kidding?'

(Is nice, sartorially aware client CRAZY? Am on receptionista and cake maker wages only! Tom Binns is distant and hazy dream.)

Clientess: 'No, really? Is Tom Binns?'

Great, uncomfortable pause, broken only by gentle cough and obvious picking of troublesome cuticle by self.

Self: 'No. 'Is Primarni.'

Clientess: 'Oh! Well! Is good work'

Self: 'Hmm. Thanks.'

(Pleased can carry off £4.50 necklace with aplomb.)

Stick Your Neck Out

(Image via Accessorize)

Darling, you were of course quite right about the necklace. I bought a little gold chain with a little gold horse galloping along it from Accessorize to wear with the disco dancing dress. Sadly there is no picture to be had of it.

While I was in Accessorize I found this little treat. It is pretty awesome, isn't it? It makes me think that if I bought it I would instantly have to be transported to within a Chekov play where I would stare into the middle distance all the time and talk in a deadened monotone about the snow and how things used to be in Moscow and then maybe shoot my lover in the back with a hunting rifle, and then, you know, blame snow blindness and claim that I thought he was a bear. Or something.

Are you getting that? Or is it just me?