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I've had this so-called "disease" (that's what my DH calls my diamond obsession) every since I was a little girl. I got it from my mum. She was totally obsessed with it. She had many beautiful diamonds that my dad bought her on his numerous overseas trips and when she had to sell most of them to pay cash for our first home (we used to live in an army barrack prior to that), she was totally heart-broken. Since then, she'd had many more diamonds, a lot of which were to her by me as gifts, though my very first diamond was given to me by her when I was 16 (it must have been I3 clarity or something but I wore it proudly, until I gave it back to her, but I still treasure the memory of it and the fact that it was a gift from my mum). Actually, my sisters and nieces (well most of them) are also obsessed with diamonds and I am sure my mum had something to do with this!
Also, this week, after having had this 'drama' with my dad (for those who wish to read my later posts in the family thread about my mum passing away), I spent an entire day window-shopping in London's New Bond Street. I browsed and actually tried on literally dozens and dozens of huge beautiful diamonds as well as some gorgeous antique pieces. I went to Graff, Harry Winston, Tiffany, Cartier, you name it.... It was totally therapeutic and I was soooo happy and for a day, I was somehow transported to a happier place.
So, for me, diamonds make me think of my mum (also it's a trait I've inherited from her) and in addition are really therapeutic. They just make me so happy, magically! When I was crying non-stop this week, DH suggested I tried counselling. I said "no need to throw money away, diamonds are just as therapeutic, if not more, and I get to keep them!"
Care to share your reasons for loving diamonds, PS'ers?
Also, this week, after having had this 'drama' with my dad (for those who wish to read my later posts in the family thread about my mum passing away), I spent an entire day window-shopping in London's New Bond Street. I browsed and actually tried on literally dozens and dozens of huge beautiful diamonds as well as some gorgeous antique pieces. I went to Graff, Harry Winston, Tiffany, Cartier, you name it.... It was totally therapeutic and I was soooo happy and for a day, I was somehow transported to a happier place.
So, for me, diamonds make me think of my mum (also it's a trait I've inherited from her) and in addition are really therapeutic. They just make me so happy, magically! When I was crying non-stop this week, DH suggested I tried counselling. I said "no need to throw money away, diamonds are just as therapeutic, if not more, and I get to keep them!"
Care to share your reasons for loving diamonds, PS'ers?