2: Statement Necklace

Yeah, I know…it looks weird doesn’t it? Not that there’s anything I dislike about it but it just looks so out of place on me. Don’t you think so? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying his taste is horrible but I just don’t know why he keeps giving me all this jewellery that I would never wear. I don’t hate jewellery. It’s more that I can’t seem to make it my own. It looks so foreign and out of place on my body. Does everything always have to have a meaning and purpose?

Let me explain it better. I see a pearl necklace on grandma. She looks like the human manifestation of cotton candy. One of those ladies who look as if they have gradually grown older in their impeccably clean and pressed 60s style dress while the world around them has already chewed and spit out the 70s fashion too many times. It feels a crime to imagine her neck without that necklace. Those pearls were shucked out of oysters for that particular neck. They were destined to adorn that neck. What I’m trying to get at is that it suits her like no other. They were made for each other. Or at least to me it looks like that. Does that make any sense?

Imagine the Queen. She’s not just at some function. No, it’s some sort of state banquet. Possibly with important foreign ministers and presidents present around her. The air is heavy of pomp and grandeur. It’s not that you’re hearing Land of Hope and Glory in the background. It’s playing in your head automatically. That kind of atmosphere. She’s wearing these massive diamond necklace and Tiara and it looks like she was born with it.

Remember your cooky arts teacher? She looked as if she just woke up in the class. Half hungover. But actually sober as can be. She wishes she was drunk but you know that she actually lives for her job. She breathes terrible angsty youth artwork, exhales hope and acceptance. Remember those massive wooden beads around her neck? On anyone else you’d think why. On her, it just made sense.

Am I turning this conversation into a drinking game? Shots every time I say neck! You’d die! And still I wouldn’t know what statement this necklace makes about me.