On being a girl (sort of)
As part of my insurance claim, I have to pick a jewelery store that I want to go to. This part I dislike, because I don’t like buying jewelery, and I don’t like going to jewelery stores. “But I’ve seen you wear jewelery!” You might think - and yes, it’s true, but it’s more than likely that the stuff you’ve seen me wear was picked up at a street market at a festival somewhere, and all of my stolen (worthy) jewelry was gifted to me by my jewelry adoring mother.
So perhaps I should clarify: by jewelry stores, I mean the ones where people go and spend a small fortune on little gold necklaces that look like rockets. I mean, seriously, who buys this stuff?
As part of the good fortune resulting from the bad, I thought that I may as well try to find a suitable item that I would never, under other circumstances, indulge in. Unfortunately, the one that I found that I really liked was slightly over my budget.
I did learn a thing or two about NZ jewelery store websites though: they suck. They don’t work unless you download Silverlight (Michael Hill, seriously? GTFO), open in a pop-up window and play you cheesy music, or are amazingly unhelpful.
Please - I just want to browse through your range. Does it have to be this hard?