Uh oh, I just found my Inner Arwen.Follow

It's all my sister's fault. She's living in England for 10 months, and for my birthday she blew me away by organising a necklace to be made and posted to me by Victoria Edgar, a childhood friend. I am now sitting on my debit card, chanting, "AFTER the house, AFTER the house, AFTER the house" to myself. How can I be greedy when I already have an amazing necklace to swank around to all THE best DnD games and Pink Floyd parties? And funerals. I'm sure it's a mark of respect to show up like elf royalty.

These aren't necklaces either. But I want.


(that's a closeup of a ring)