DINNER AT TIFFANY'S

Yesterday was a public holiday and HB asked me to go to Tiffany's with him to look at stuff for his nephew's 21st birthday. He usually does this when he's in a mood to go shopping for himself. I didn't have anything in mind. I saw the Tiffany catalogue, the one with padlocks, and I wasn't impressed. Who would wear a padlock as pendant? Last time they had something similar - the estate key pendants - I was conned into buying one. I even bought a small gold version as present for Han. Now I don't even know where that key is. No, not another one, I told myself. HB and I braved the heat and went to the Raffles Arcade branch before six.   

I don't know if it was the lighting or the stuff that they have were really fabulous, but I was immediatly looking around and trying on stuff. HB, meanwhile, was carefully going through things that he had to buy for his nephew - a key pendant and silk cord. But I noticed that the saleslady attending to him was taking more than a few stuff from the showcases.

The sales staff whom we like finally returned from her dinner after a few minutes of wait and we narrowed down our choices and begand considering them more carefully. HB asked for a titanium key pendant and silk cord for his nephew, plus a new 30-inch silver chain, plus a thick chain bracelet with a working padlockfor himself, plus a chain with five pearls for his mum. The man was in a shopping mood. He's Buddhist and yesterday being Good Friday had no effect on him.

I was a model of temperance, being a good Catholic, and only asked for two things: a nickel-plated nightstand clock and a silver bracelet with 14mm spheres. The second is a take on the bead feng shui bracelet that everyone's wearing - from lapis lazuli to tiger's eye, jadeite, pink quartz etc. Mine's silver, big and bright.

Pleased with our purchases, we left the store right in time for dinner at The Asian Kitchen across the street. The floor manager is a cute guy from Taiwan with delicious accent and HB and I did everything not to stare. After dinner, HB went to GNC for a tuckload of vitamins. (I'm still going through two bottles of Mega Men Gold multivit so I didn't buy anything.)

On the way back home, HB remarked that my bracelet was really cool. (I wore it immediatly but asked the sales staff to give me a beribboned box.) I looked at it and my heart sank. It looked like a string of small Chirstmas balls. It was bright, brassy and bordering on tacky.

I guess I'll have to season it for a while. 

Thinking out of the box: My new bracelet rests

on its box that the nice lady from Tiffany's did for me.

I guess I can wing it after sometime. Too early

for ho-ho-hos!

Went home and checked my phone. No missed calls, no messages. Not even from Han.