Never let it be said that I do nothing but schlep around back alleys scavenging for discarded clothing, appliances, and beverages. No indeedy. Last Saturday, for instance, I motored right up Benedict Canyon Drive to the (Annie) Stein residence (Annie runs a mentoring program for foster care girls called Hershe Girls) to attend a show/sale of my friend Hilary Beane's jewelry.
Hilary may be the only person I know for whom the adjective "fabulous" 100% applies. I mean, really, where is Irving Penn when you need him?
We spoke of Tahitian pearls, bezels, black diamonds, people who trigger deep childhood wounds (i.e. everyone), Vietnamese noodles, and money.
I am putting a totally cool linked silver bracelet on the wish list for my 60th birthday. Because truly, if not now, when?
|like this, but silver!|
All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made thee glad.
Kings' daughters were among thy honourable women: upon thy right hand did stand the queen in gold of Ophir.--Psalm 45:8-9
For more of Hilary's stunning jewelry, visit Hilary Beane Design.