GIRLS AND PEARLS

I, the difficult child, then still living at home, under parental rules and bylaws, had saved enough money over a year’s work in an advertising firm.  Single and always ready to mingle I made the decision to spend all my savings with an equally naughty friend, for a mischievous 3 day trip to Hong Kong.  Judging the situation, my clever mommy took me shopping and I ended up buying my first long double string of pearls, with a diamond and ruby clasp.  Resulting in an empty bank account, the Hong Kong trip never materialized, and the poor Etonian left without a racy weekend partner, simply disappeared from my life.  The pearl necklace, stayed the test of time and forever adorned my décolletage.  My mother had won the game and I developed cognitive memory association with pearls and pleasure.

From expensive Mikimotos to Harry Winston’s finest pearls, it has enhanced  my days of jeans and a T-shirt ensemble for an expensive look or go naked with a strand or two to complete the wild night.

The latest acquisition, a present, does the trick for both classic and wild.  These giant Baroque  Polynesian Pearl, glean in the moonlight with golden hues. 

www.pacificpearls.com

 Unique 20 golden pearls strung on silk with a magnetic clasp does things for a women that few can.  It elevates the mood, enhances the outfit, you would think a woman designer was behind this clever Polynesian collection of Pacific Pearls.  In fact this entrepreneurial spirit came from a father and son team.  The father a globe trotting CEO perfect in his knowledge of branding; combining with his son, whose  multi-cultured metrosexual male sees traditional beauty and boldly transforms it to a kickass,  jet-set, stylish, uncompromising  statement. 

It takes a man’s eye, a touch of sensuality to perfect beauty.

Tonight I strut, on a red carpet event, but sure in the knowledge that stripped off of that Valentino gown, my Baroque Polynesian pearls stays and enhances what is to come in the late evening.