More past Paris photos.
My mother has always been known for her fashion sense, her clothing, her makeup and her jewelry. Before she died she gave me one of her rings. It’s really not my style, and is almost like what they used to call cocktail jewelry designed to go with flashy, sparkly dresses for parties. I wear the ring every day now in memory of her. It is a large square pink stone. Women compliment me on it all the time. On a recent trip to Mexico, I found instead of just shops full of Mexican crafts like sombreros or art, there were jewelry stores everywhere with the owners standing out front trying to tempt you inside. One of the men noticed my ring and complimented me on it. I told him that I wasn’t sure what kind of stone it was except that I knew it wasn’t a pink diamond. He took a close look at it and told me it was a pink topaz. I didn’t go into the store to look around as my mother would have done, but I was very happy to know what it was.
