Champagne taste on an unsweetened Kool-Aid budget

As those who know me well will agree, I'm not a very "flouncy" or "girly-girl" person.
Accessories do not play a large part in my life. Most of my clothing is patternless single colour affairs. In my mind, this allows for ease of dressing within the confines of my allotted time for said action: about 3.5 minutes. Others, not seeing the strategic advantage to this, will deem my clothing boring. I wear no make-up on regular days, and minimal make-up ( or as I call it: bondo) even for special occasions. I have, in my later years, developed allergies that make me prone to eye scratching/rubbing. There is nothing worse than thinking you're looking pretty darn good at some event somewhere only to discover during an excursion to the ladies' room that you do infact look more like a raccoon than the picture of the titian goddess you had in your mind's eye. Anyway, I'm a fairly standard un-frou-frou person.
Why is it then, that I can look at jewellery for days on end? Why do I dream of it? Why when no one is looking do I end up on the web auction pages scrolling through the multiple pages of "good buys"? I have, on several occasions, assisted the male half of a couple shop for engagement rings. I actually helped design one quite a few years ago, but since I didn't pay for it, all artistic rights to it went to the purchaser. I would appear that I am a bit of a closet jewellery freak.
My favourite subject for these periods of uncharacteristic behaviour is peridot rings. I have absolutely no idea why. I just love the colour. The chunkier, less dainty the better. Someday I will actually have to purchase one. I'm not sure if this will cease my forays into the land of the girly-girl type escapades, but we can only hope.

