My dad is a jeweller. I grew up around diamonds, rubies and emeralds. I know about the best cut, clarity – the lot. But the truth is, I wear nothing. It guts my dad. But I am just not into jewellery. Less, is more.
My girls, on the other hand are veritable Pat Butchers’. The more, the merrier – the more garish, the better. Oh they do love a free piece of jewellery tut that adorns magazines like Cute Fluffy Pet Weekly or Teenage Bitch from Hell – or whatever they read these days. Now this guts me. So trashy. Ugh.
So when they were offered a bracelet for their birthday I was worried. Very worried. Until I saw this brand.