I'm a hugeeeee gal's gal. I love jewelry, clothes, jewelry, purses, big flowers nearing the size of Alabama, shoes and jewelry. My family and friends understand this about me and did a lot over the years to feed into what some experts may call my addiction. Every Christmas or birthday a few people would pick out something so perfect, offering the right amount of gawd, glitter, or glistening perfection that it was clearly made for me. Now like the sweet feeling of upping the carat count someone else came into my life and not only accepted these same perks and quirks of mine but embraced that this was the way I would probably always be. This guy quickly figured that, Hey, if you can't beat 'em.. build it for her.