In which I am a magpie
Had a bit on an anxious day at work today, and tomorrow will be worse, as I sit and stew while my fate is decided in committee.
To take my mind off things, I have been looking at the Tiffany's website. While I will baulk at paying anything over £20 for a pair of cheap earrings, I apparently find £2,500 for diamond drop-earrings in a platinum setting completely reasonable. (Because it is.) I even went so far as to work out whether I can reasonably justify having such earrings in my life. Possible 'reasons' included:
1. I might get run over by a bus, and thus never know the joy of diamond drop-earrings in a platinum setting.
2. I have very fussy piercings and probably going to a nice jewellers will be good for them. Certainly better than the horrid cheap things that make my ears unhappy.
3. My parents can't complain, as part of it would be my Christmas money (which I have yet to spend). The rest will be the entirety of my savings, and also a year's rent slapped on a credit card.
4. I want them I will feel fully confident when wearing them.
Also, they are incredibly beautiful. Not as beautiful as the gorgeous black pearl earrings that I fell in love with, but even if I used all my credit cards and sold everything I owned, I still couldn't scrape together the £22k I would need to purchase them.
It might still be worth it.
In reality, of course, I am unlikely to spend my money on earrings, platinum or otherwise. I need to buy a new mattress, and am considering investing in a memory foam one while the sales are still going strong. This is a lot less romantic than diamonds, but kinder to my back (and bank).
And afterwards I'll still be able to afford that pearl pendant.
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In other news, athena25 came over this evening and we plotted furniture shenanigans. In the lead-up to her moving in, we will both be making an effort to get rid of the useless crap that takes up so much sodding space in both our houses. This means wading through five bookcases' worth of books, a four-door wardrobe, two closets and several storage boxes' worth of clothes, and other sundry bits of crapola. My local charity store will have plenty of new stock very soon indeed.
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I may work late later tomorrow. See if I can wrest some info from passing Directors as to whether I have a job or not.
Stupid recession.
To take my mind off things, I have been looking at the Tiffany's website. While I will baulk at paying anything over £20 for a pair of cheap earrings, I apparently find £2,500 for diamond drop-earrings in a platinum setting completely reasonable. (Because it is.) I even went so far as to work out whether I can reasonably justify having such earrings in my life. Possible 'reasons' included:
1. I might get run over by a bus, and thus never know the joy of diamond drop-earrings in a platinum setting.
2. I have very fussy piercings and probably going to a nice jewellers will be good for them. Certainly better than the horrid cheap things that make my ears unhappy.
3. My parents can't complain, as part of it would be my Christmas money (which I have yet to spend). The rest will be the entirety of my savings, and also a year's rent slapped on a credit card.
4. I want them I will feel fully confident when wearing them.
Also, they are incredibly beautiful. Not as beautiful as the gorgeous black pearl earrings that I fell in love with, but even if I used all my credit cards and sold everything I owned, I still couldn't scrape together the £22k I would need to purchase them.
It might still be worth it.
In reality, of course, I am unlikely to spend my money on earrings, platinum or otherwise. I need to buy a new mattress, and am considering investing in a memory foam one while the sales are still going strong. This is a lot less romantic than diamonds, but kinder to my back (and bank).
And afterwards I'll still be able to afford that pearl pendant.
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In other news, athena25 came over this evening and we plotted furniture shenanigans. In the lead-up to her moving in, we will both be making an effort to get rid of the useless crap that takes up so much sodding space in both our houses. This means wading through five bookcases' worth of books, a four-door wardrobe, two closets and several storage boxes' worth of clothes, and other sundry bits of crapola. My local charity store will have plenty of new stock very soon indeed.
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I may work late later tomorrow. See if I can wrest some info from passing Directors as to whether I have a job or not.
Stupid recession.