Confession: I have never spent more than $60 on a necklace.
Which may be odd, considering they’re one of my favourite jewelry staples. I love all styles – long and layered; short and simple. Usually nothing too outlandish though. Until recently, when it came time to find “the One” to compliment the dress I bought for a friend’s wedding. I didn’t have to look far. In the same little boutique where I found the dress, I also found the necklace. And it was loud. Gaudy, even. It was adorned with jewels and diamonds and pearls and it was the flashiest piece of jewelry I had ever worn. And it was an absolute fake. On sale, it cost me a whopping $20.
This particular wedding I had purchased the outfit for had an after-party at an upscale home. One of the guests at this upscale home had been described to me earlier in the evening as being very attentive to clothes and appearances and was quite particular about his own vestments. I believe his choice outfit for the evening was a cleverly put together suit-vest-bow tie combination of mixed patterns and colours and textures. Part way through the evening and several cocktails later, this eccentric dresser wandered over and complimented me on my necklace.
“Is that Tiffany’s?”
I figured I was being completely transparent when I dropped my chin, tilted my head to the left and struggled to suppress a grin as I spoke in a low voice, “Why, yes. It is.”
He may or may not have interpreted this as me being impressed that he accurately identified my obnoxious plastic replica. He even missed the wide-eyed, pointed look I was giving my friend standing nearby, as I waited for him to call me out on my fraudulent claim.
“I knew it” he said, obviously pleased with himself. “I have an eye for that sort of thing.” And he sauntered (staggered?) off towards the DJs.
So now, I’ll be known as the girl with the eleventeen million dollar Tiffany’s necklace. Proof, I suppose, that it’s not what you wear but how you wear it.