My Dad in the Swinging 60's, London. Black turtleneck sweater, tortoise-shell glasses, camel trench, slim pants and camera swinging from his shoulder. The King of Cool.
Swore I wouldn't do it -- plan a wedding and have that be the only thing I ever talked about. On the other hand, I love beautiful things, and weddings just force you to look all around for inspiration. So, this blog might start out as my outlet for secretly talking about wedding details to the universe (my friends have heard so much about it, they don't even have to attend anymore)...but my love for beautiful things started long ago with my mother, who never leaves the house with fewer than five pieces of jewelry on -- earrings only count as one, of course.
A thing of beauty every day...dedicated to my mother, the original 'Queen of Gems'...who always demands at least five.
Posted by Queen of Gems on Sunday, January 30, 2011