Today’s Friday Feets was going to be about Forever 21 shoes – I knew I had written about their shoes before, but I figured that had to have been at least three months ago.
It’s official: one month in real time is equal to three months in Amanda time.
I still wanted to do a post on the wonders of Forever 21 – I have a store credit there, and surfing their site for potential purchases counts as work if I do a Friday Feets post on my finds. Instead of doing another post on their shoes, I decided to go with their jewelry. Of course, they have a massive jewelry section, so I had to narrow the field a little further.
So, after much debate and careful consideration, I decided to go with the first category I saw:
The problem I’ve always had with cuffs is that you have to wedge your entire hand through in some horrible attempt at fist yoga. Hinges solve that problem nicely. Plus, when you’re bored you can sit there opening and closing the bracelet over and over again until someone finally takes the bracelet away because it’s a really annoying nervous habit.
I’m a big nerd, so I like this bracelet because the metallic cube shapes remind me of pyrite. Yeah, I’m simple like that.
I just spent several minutes surfing the Tiffany’s website because I could have sworn that this bracelet looked like something from their Tiffany’s Jazz or Tiffany’s Swing collections. Okay, I spent a few minutes searching, then I just got distracted by all the shiny expensive things. Anyway, point is, something about this reminds me of Tiffany’s art deco designs.
Another hinge bracelet. This is one of those cases where rhinestones kind of work for me. Rhinestones run the risk of looking cheap, but these clearly aren’t trying to be imitation gemstones. This bracelet walks the fine line of being obvious costume jewelry without feeling too junky.
Feminine, delicate, pretty. Not something I’d normally wear, but having spent the last five minutes staring at it trying to decide what to write, it’s really grown on me.
This reminds me of something a superhero would wear. I want to wear one on each wrist and run around crossing my wrists in front of me and making swooshing sounds while I deflect imaginary bullets. Here is a dramatic reenactment:
It helps if you imagine someone saying, “Halt, evildoers! Pew! Pew! Swoosh!” in a high pitched voice.
I just re-read that last paragraph. Why do you guys read this blog again?