(peeks in)
These sorts of necklaces always make me nostalgic, they're so much like my grandmother's -- my grandfather gave her three strands of pearls, all totally perfectly round (I secretly think oddly shaped pearls are more interesting, but I'll never let on). I believe they were all for their wedding, which was... well, I remember going to their fiftieth wedding anniversary when I was quite small, and my little sister shocking my mother by rushing for the cake! They're both gone now, and my mother has all three pearl strands. There is something so classic about grandma's pearls! Do they have stories?