a slightly sheepish mr. jones came home last night bearing a tiny envelope.  he had (so thoughtfully) tried to surprise me at christmas by having these kooky paste-opal & -amethyst earrings of my grandmother’s modified from painful, janky clip-ons to comfy french wires, but they couldn’t be done in time.  not knowing the full depth of my recently developed and extremely serious case of “the young victoria” earring envy, he has scored major points for this, well, early valentine. (for those of you here in memphis, las savell converted these…total tab: just $12.)