I'm not generally a super fancy person. Give me clothes that fit, a roof and a DVR and I'm a happy camper. That doesn't mean I would turn down a nice night out on the town or a fine bottle of wine. For the record, I would not turn those things down. But... elegance was never really a forte of mine. You know what, let's not kid ourselves here. I wouldn't know elegance if it bit me in the... *ahem*... moving on.
By way of illustration, I offer the following.
Quizmaster: "Kristen. Please indicate whether picture A or picture B is the more classically elegant choice of attire".
Dress A
Dress B
Kristen: "I just don't know! Stop pressuring me."
I searched their online store in the price range I wanted for about a half hour while watching the Olympics at my parent's house. I am, apparently, physically resistant to elegance in all its forms. Also, there was a dog laying on me while I did it. A boy dog. Take that, concept of being ladylike. Showed you.
I found a lovely necklace that I decided to have engraved with my initials because, if you're me, how often do you buy Tiffany jewelry? So far, once every 25 years. I really like it a lot. Honestly, I have no idea if it passes for elegant or not. You know that old saying - I may not know art, but I know what I like?
Well... I know what I like.
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