A couple weeks ago I went to an emerald party that a friend hosted.
Because that's how we roll, living in Colombia. We just flit around, buying emeralds on a weekday.
Right.
A friend snapped this photo which is proof that I'm not going to enough emerald parties because I didn't know how to use the loupe (that little eyepiece thing you look through to see the imperfections in a gemstone).
(Truth be told, I was more concerned about that delicious food on my lap falling - notice the knocked knees - than I was with seeing the imperfections in the emerald.)
Needless to say, I bought nothing.
Sigh.
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