arm candy

I will be the first to admit I am a "clacker." First coined in the movie The Devil Wears Prada, this is one who wears stilettos that click-clack on the marble lobby. While I worked in a Downtown law firm, yes I was said girl.  However, it goes beyond that, even my flats clack---and even further right now I am clacking on the keyboard at a higher volume than is normally socially acceptable.  BUT: the most infamous clacking I partake in is the jingle jangle clacking of my Arm Candy I sport every single day without fail....

{Today I added this Jaguar piece to the essentials (two gold bangles, one plain, one with pave diamonds, a woven looking gold bracelet I picked up in a little boutique in Ocean Beach with Rosie, and my Michael Kors watch) --- I did not wear a ring (or two, and another vintage link bracelet I found in my great-grandmother's jewelry box, per usual, or accompanying single gold bangle on opposite arm, therefore, feeling naked beyond belief}

{I felt like I needed to spice it up further with this woven headband to correlate to the bracelet and woven bracelet}