Dreaming of diamonds

I rarely try to impress anyone but if I were to make the effort and actually set out to do such a thing, I'd wear my Marc Jacobs or Prada boots, my fav Isabella Fiore or Versace bag, my full-length lavender mink coat or black leather jacket with silver fox collar, and any of a number of gems, all depending on the formality of the occasion. Impressed? Don't be. My personality is much more impressive, for better or (mostly) worse, than my impeccable taste in clothes and accessories, as it should be. And I have tons more fun making peeps who really care about such things squirm than I do impressing them with my "stuff."

And before I get a bunch of comments from activists, not only have I rescued more dogs than you and the next ten people will in your lifetimes, but I eat meat too. LOTS of rare red meat. It's a dichotomy. However, being at the top of the food chain rules. You have the choice... wear 'em, eat 'em or save 'em. Choices are good. I partake in all of 'em .

And mostly I wear PJs. And gems. Gems *so* rule. And big ones are only gawdy on *other* people. And they go with anything... including PJs. Talk to me Harry Winston, tell me all about it.