twinkle twinkle little star

I attended a benefit lunch this past weekend. I sat next to a round Jewish grandmother named Millie, who happened to also be a jeweler.  She had stones on her fingers that made me feel like a big ol' moth to the flame. I simply couldn't stop staring.

Or drooling for that matter.

I'm a jewelry girl through and through. Diamonds go right to my heart.

So I said to Miss Millie, "Let's talk diamonds."

And she leaned in close and said, "Oh let's!"

So I told her how I'm saving a spot on my wedding band for the perfect cushion cut pink diamond. Pale pink with an orange blush to be precise.

"Yes. Yes. This can be done." she told me in a thick accent I couldn't quite place.

Her eyes twinkled. I knew I'd found a kindred spirit.

As an aside I need to reassure Sugar Daddy that I did not make any deals with Millie last weekend.

But I have her card...