If I had to choose a –rati to be, I’d definitely be a glitterati.(The digirati are so 2008…) This is truly my version of porn — while I’m not a slave for the jewels or the bling, and I won’t be vajazzling anytime soon, this shop has me panting, drooling, groping, touching, oohing, ahhing, and wishing that twist on earrings didn’t give me a headache from hellerati. I’m much closer to a hummingbird than a magpie,(what hummingbird do you know that has the time(read: patience) to sit and dig through vintage rags in search of riches?) but even I can’t deny myself just a peek… it’s all about the articles, really.
