pretty things

I own pretty things. They sit on my shelves, in my drawers, and hidden away. Last fall I bought an inexpensive pearl necklace. It feels fancy, whimsical, and daring. So I never wore it.

Then we were watching Sarah's House (HTGV - can you hear the Canadian accent I'm faking?) and she was wearing my exact necklace. And she was wearing jeans.

So now I'm determined to wear it once a month, even if I feel silly. Of course, every time I wear it, I get compliments. But feeling brave enough in the morning to put it on is still the struggle. Maybe tomorrow...