Well, my long hunt for Beyonce's earrings has come to an end. I won't torment your dreams with the lurid and shameful things I had to do in order to procure these babies, the nights I stayed awake on caffeine driven quests and the Parisian Pickers I threatened, pleaded, cajoled and attempted to sweet-talk until one of them finally came through.
The doorbell rang and I quickly ripped the box from Fred the FedEx guys hands and slammed the door without so much as a thank you. My hands were shaking as I anxiously opened the box. I let out a gasp when the tissue was removed to reveal my bounty!
I cursed the torrential (and honestly really freakin' bizzare) May rainstorm, because I was dying to go outside and photograph. As if the heavens heard me, the clouds disappeared and a sliver of sun peeked through. I listed and my job was done, now to only wait. FOR ABOUT 3.5 SECONDS UNTIL THEY WERE GONE!
Congratulations Cynthia! Enjoy them and love them and sing loud and proud when you wear them, "You must not know about me, you must not know about me." SOLD
