Pearls, pearls, pearls

Do you know the song "Girls, girls, girls" by Sailor? It always takes me back hearing that song. As I'm an oldie listening to the oldie radio station, I hear it quite often.

"Girls, girls, girls. Yellow, red, black or white, add a little bit of moonlight ..." Oh, so no politically correct any more, but hey, those were the 70s.

Funny enough hearing that song today took me to a different road.
How about "Pearls, pearls, pearls. Silver, peach, brown or gold, great to look at and great to hold ...". Oh come on, so I am no song writer. You still get the drift, don't you? I never used to be much of a pearl person. As a cancerian I was always a little disappointed that my birthstone was not even a stone. A sparkly one, preferrably. With a deep color and fire. But no, I got pearls, the stuff that old ladies wore.
I have grown up since. And I have learned. And now - oh, let's stop the talking.

Have a look at these and tell me it doesn't itch in your fingers to use them.

Just click on the picture. You know you want to ....



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