Talk to me Harry Winston, tell me all about it.

I'm not really what you would call a "girly girl". I like wearing dresses and skirts on occasion, but I'm most happy wearing jeans and vans. That's just how I roll. That being said, there are certain things that turn me into a squealing, shrieking, ridiculously girly girl. Things like this:

















Ever since I saw Breakfast at Tiffany's, I (like every other girl who has ever seen it) have dreamt of one day getting something in one of those blue boxes. I don't even care what it is. Sterling silver telephone dialer? SURE. Silver plated speck of dirt? I'LL TAKE IT. There's just something about that box that makes me turn into an annoying child.

Today is Shirley's birthday. Her husband brought her gift to her at work. It was in a little blue box. A little blue box from Tiffany's. As soon as I saw the box I started freaking out, and was all, "OH MY GOD SHIRLEY! IT'S FROM TIFFANY'S!!! WHY AM I YELLING? IT'S NOT MY PRESENT! I'M SO EXCITED!!!" It was a gorgeous little necklace with just the right amount of sparkle. She's so friggin' lucky!


I'd settle for a ring pop if it came in a Tiffany box. One day... one sweet day...


PS:

Dear new version of Blogger,

Stop effing with my page layout when I add photos. It's really pissing me off.

Sincerely,

Sarah