Valentine’s Day holds the promise of hearts and flowers. But some of you married gals might have the kind of husband who’s not so good at remembering these things. And what about the single girls who don’t have a boyfriend at the moment? Why should they get gypped?
My advice? Buy yourself jewelry. It’s even better than going to the day spa. I’m not suggesting you do anything crazy. No Colombian emeralds or black Tahitian pearls. You don’t need to buy the kind of loot you find in the Jewelers’ Building, with the able assistance of some older gentleman in a custom tailored suit and half glasses, who calls you “Miss” and, jeweler’s loupe at the ready, offers you a free appraisal of whatever happens to be hanging from your earlobes or dangling from your wrist that day.
A quick drive to the mall is all it takes to find something sparkly. Even better, you can sit on your sofa with a glass of Red in one hand and the remote in the other and find some pretty serious bling on the shopping channels. Or simply go on line to find your new bauble. Remember, you’re not out to find the Hope Diamond here. Just a pair of garnet studs. Or an amethyst ring.
I’ve been buying my own jewelry for a while. Some women like to travel – I’d rather buy gemstones set in precious metals. For me, it’s one of the benefits of being a single woman in the twenty-first century. You see, the jewelry is much more than a mere indulgence. It’s a symbol. To empower you. And to remind you of your worth. Sure it’s nice when a loved one buys you jewelry. All I’m saying is that the loved one can be yourself.