I have a fantasy about Tiffany. It's pretty ordinary. The princess fantasy of owning beautiful jewels, the hope and joy the atmosphere gives, the sense of achievement and satisfaction when receiving a piece. Also the glamor involved, as you feel as though you are part of a select group. And lastly, in the words of Holly Golightly, you feel as though nothing bad could happen. I read Breakfast at Tiffany the summer before I turned fourteen, and saw the movie soon after. I was automatically in love, particularly with the stunning Audrey Hepburn. She was the essence of elegance and chic style, a thing only most of us can dream of becoming. Unfortunately we don't have chic persona in common, nor taste in diamonds. Holly Golightly dislikes them, were as I'm a fool for them. Anything diamond, I go week at the knees and it’s a reciprocated love. Recently I've had my sights set on this gorgeous Tiffany ring above. I dream about it all day, which is probably all I'll ever do because it costs more than my kidney. Sigh. Keep you updated on the quest for this beautiful creature.
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