Last week I attended a 30th birthday celebration for a family friend and I was discussing “Tiffany” with the birthday boy’s sister (you know who you are, here’s your post on Tiffany…read carefully because I’ll be quizzing you!).
We’ve talked a lot about the “little blue box” in recent times, and I’m so happy that she has finally been for a visit…and found herself a little something special…
I remember preparing for my first visit to a Tiffany store, and being so nervous…thinking that the sales staff would just look at me like I didn’t belong there..thankfully that wasn’t the case!
Everyone I’ve dealt with has been helpful and accommodating…even the door man, while serious in his security role, is friendly if you offer a smile or “hello/goodbye” as you pass through his door.
I love bling, and feel very lucky that I’ve been able to accumulate a nice collection of blue boxes…but I also like to window shop and look at the sparkles. The beauty of being a frequent visitor to the Collins Street store is that it’s located right next door to the Lindt café (but that’s a post for another Frivolous Friday…)
Please…can someone tell me a romantic Tiffany story…please?