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In my Jalouse post I showed you a ball and chain necklace – well that pesky necklace refuses to leave my head. I want a ball and chain – no, not a wife – the necklace ball and chain.

Of course such heavy duty neckwear usually comes with an equally heavy duty price tag….unless you use the power of improvisation. A tight budget can bring out such skills in a gal. So I set myself and Queen Marie a mission today to find some statement jewellery whilst we took a jolly to the shops, leaving my Prince at home full of the joys of Kevin Saunderson.

As we stalked the usual suspects and some not-so-usual suspects, we fell upon this fabulous long necklace with a big ball on the end in Miss Selfridge (a definite not-so-usual suspect). The cogs ticked in my little head and we set about finding a chunky short chain – I would simply whisk the ball off one and shove it on the other. Zoot Aleurs! (I have no idea what that means, I don’t recall Thierry ever discussing the phrase zoot aleurs, but I know it’s French).

So in a quick Blue Peter moment I take two necklaces:

Take them apart and make one big necklace!

P Diddy would be so proud right now.

Queen Michelle

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