I cannot deny my girliness. In kindergarten, I would arrive in frilly dresses at birthday parties whose invitations clearly stated "We will be getting dirty." (PS: They weren't kidding.) My room was pink. Very pink. My goth punk phase was short-lived and lazy. (It consisted of dying my hair red and buying a black t-shirt.) Hi, my name is Moose and my first word was "shoes."

This necklace lives up to that embarrassing reputation. I would wear it with pride. You know, if I actually owned one.


As I don't, I will gaze at its internet counterpart and match it to those Christian Louboutin beauties down there while patting myself on the back for my imaginary good taste.