A rope of blue (black) pearls, what an '80's cliche! These are obviously not the greatest quality in the world. I ordered them from China. But for the price, the fun is worth it. You can imagine yourself with these and a dress with shoulder pads, Alexis-style, stubbing a lipstick stained cigarette out into your plate of eggs after a fight with mean ol' Dex, whom I knew incidentally in Hawaii when he was still just plain ol' Mike making the rounds of regional theater. I have no where to wear these crazy purchases except at home with a pair of jeans and an old sweat shirt, but boy do I feel good if I have to run out and do an errand. It's a small town; I'm eccentric.
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