This is Day 14 of a 21-day series. More scoop on the who/what/why, here.

By the time I got to the end of my senior year of high school, my Elsa love had grown from a single bean to include a sterling teardrop pendant and a knock-off of her famed (and oft-knocked-off) floating heart pendant, also in silver.

For my graduation, I got my first piece of Tiffany Peretti gold: an "infinity" loop pendant on a 15" gold chain. I wore it for years, off and on, here, you see me in my first official photo as a Delta Gamma at Cornell. The Preppy Handbook was all the rage (as it looks like Lisa's new book, done with Chip Kidd, may be now); not a bona fide prepster myself, I learned to copy their ways as best I could, but it was never quite right: my turtlenecks were never Skyr, my crew neck Shetlands were never true Scots versions.

Even my Elsa Peretti, I'm sure, was not quite right. I dangled it over my unfolded turtleneck anyway, in the style of the day, and pretended to be a sorority girl. I definitely never got that one right, while I met some wonderful women there, a few of whom are good friends to this day, the house on Triphammer Road never truly felt like home, and I always felt like an actor playing a part.

While the chain broke and got tossed long ago (oh, lordy! the symbolism!), I somehow managed to hang onto the loop pendant. I'd try wearing it with some other gold chain now and again, but gold just ain't my thang. Neither are earrings and crew-neck Shetland sweaters. Although I still wear my turtlenecks as high as I can.

If you like dainty things and gold, this will probably look lovely on you. Or if you have a charm bracelet, you could add it to that. Come to think of it, if none of you buy it, I may add it to mine.

Really, though, I'd rather it dangle from some nice young lady's neck. Know one? Email the 'tater and make an offer: miz.tater AT gmail DOT com.

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