I have never understood the fascination of wearing jewelry.  Anything with baubles, beads or bangles is lost on me.  Granted, I do wear a simple set of three sterling silver rings on one finger, but that’s it.  One ring is blank, one is engraved “M2” and the other is engraved “ROCK STAR”.  (If I ever need to be reminded of who I am or how cool I am, I need only glance at my finger.)

Adorning one’s body with sparkly, shiny things has been going on since the dawn of time.  Now it’s called “accessorizing”, which, of course, is the only thing that separates us from the animals.

In my latest “What The Chic” webisode, I give tips on how to unleash pearls upon your person.   Who knew there were so many options?  The only person I know who owns a true set of pearls is my boss, Tamie.  They are stunning draped around her neck.  They should be, they probably cost a small fortune.  Pearls are not an inexpensive buy, but they are a classic.  Hello, Audrey Hepburn.  Hello, immortalization.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4BIuLtWFKvk

Of course, through the entire webisode I was just trying to keep a straight face every time I said “pearl necklace”.  In today’s vernacular, it’s a euphemism for something sexual.  (Uh, go look it up.)  Of course, most everyone knows what it means, thus we couldn’t just ignore it, so we played it up.  How my last line made it past the censors, I’ll never know.  (Probably my deadpan delivery, huh?)  Mind you, I had to re-do that line two dozen times because I kept giggling.  Yes, I’m a professional spokesperson, but still an immature 13-year old boy at heart.