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.
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| 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.
