I know, I know. The first thing you guys all think when you see me everyday is:
"There is no question that this girl here belongs in a crystal museum".
I admit it. I may not be the pinnacle of refinement, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy a good ol' Titanic flashback with the best of 'em.
True, the glare that I received from the woman guarding the intricate maze of glass cases housing $500 Baccarat jewels may indeed have rivaled that of my mother during one of my particularly gory nail-biting binges...
but I'll pretend she was more concerned about where I got my super cool wheat/vertebral/armadillo-esque necklace.
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"wow gabby, you look so cool"
It's from my dad (/ an open market at which I selected it for myself and proceeded to then give myself the best birthday present ever).
Totally went well with all the silver and gold at the Baccarat Gallery Museum.
Even though it was metal.