This is me and my mom in the early 90s in her glamourous, all-white apartment. (One particularly grungy friend of mine wasn’t allowed to sit on that couch — I’m not naming names, Charlot.) Mum was always buying me jewelry. I remember for my 16th birthday she gave me a strand of pearls but I didn’t like the way they were strung. The knots were too thick! I know I have my mother to thank for becoming a jewelry designer. She would be so proud of me.
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