Return to focus: what’s this blog about? Bangles. So what am I wearing? Bangles. Fat Hermès Folies du Ciel, two now polished delicate silver cuffs, and two narrow horn bangles.
Well, yesterday was a rather sad day. I received the first group of my father’s possessions. Including his pantry items (so much spaghetti! He loved grocery shopping and apparently always wrote pasta on the shopping list), his Rolex, and my last birthday gift from him. This is it. I think it’s one of the carousel horse collections.
This is a sentimental collection of silver bracelets. Rhinestone gorgeousness from India courtesy of my best friend, a silver Tiffany’s bangle my dad gave me in 1993, a silver Tiffany’s floral cuff my dad gave me for my birthday last year, and a slight hook clasp bangle from Tiffany’s I received for being a deb in 1997. Despite all evidence to the contrary I’m not all *that* fancy. I even have proof! An online quiz gave rated me as 60% fancy.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not the kind of girl who says no to some Clic Clacs. They have their time and place. With my color selection, that time and place is usually SF Giants baseball season. A girl’s got to coordinate with her home team, ya know? I have one skinny Orange/Silver and 3 fat gold trim with black, orange, and cream.
The thing is, they are the easiest to knock off. I don’t trust them on ebay. I’ve found multiple fake Clic Clac sites, and if I wasn’t concerned about where my credit card number might end up, I would consider buying a couple $60 Clic-Clacs. But, well, I am concerned where my credit card might end up. But if you aren’t, just search Hermes +Clic Clac. Tell me how it goes.
The black perfume bottle bangle is so hard to match with other bangles. But you’ll see the tiny red accents in some of the bottles that I tried to bring out with my other bangles.
From left to right: Hermes perfume bottle bangle, a cheapo plastic red bracelet from who knows where, red coral (maybe? this is a guess. Could very well be plastic as well.) Another wood and rhinestone bracelet from India, hermes red caleche.
Btw. Title is a quote from Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland.
My dad has the habit of buying me the GM size, so I frequently exchange the one he’s given me for the right size. Sometimes, like this recent Christmas, Hermes is an utter mad house when I arrive so instead of special ordering the exact same pattern I’ll swap for something they have in stock.