Girls and their Pearls.

So today happens to be the anniversary of my b-e-a-utiful friend A's birth.
In our first year of uni she received quite a memorable birthday treat in the form of a cheeky 'pearl necklace'...

(Those of you new to this phrase may want to have a check of urban dictionary.. If you don't know what urban dictionary is I suggest you probably won't want to read the rest of this blog..)

Anyway along came second year, and as A opened her precious 21st gifts from her loving family, she unwrapped.. yep you guessed it.. the family pearl necklace.. Textbook awkward moment right there.. Try explaining that one to the Grandparents.

So, this year Phwoar, as you are far far away from us on your Birthday I am sending you a pearl necklace to let you know we love and miss you (or if I'm truthful just your mahoosive boobs)

May the pearl tradition live on!!

Ps. My gift idea for next year of pearl nipple tassels may be short-lived, as we all know in your old age gravity will take it's toll on those bad boys..

Do your boobs hang lowwwwww, Do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow??
We all know I can. Grandma.

xoxo