You know who loves jewelry? My mother. She loves those things. You name it and she’s into it. Princess cut diamond pendant – she likes it. Emerald cut saphhire ring – she likes that. Gold watch with encrusted diamonds – she likes that. Basically if there is a piece of jewelry in the area, she is interested in it.
For a time when I was in college my parents had no kids and no pets and took up the hobby of just going to jewelry stores and buying stuff. Stuff they had no need for. Stuff that they could barely wear without feeling ridiculous. One time my father bought this fancy ring that had diamonds and the such on it and he’d gotten this matching 18 carat watch and wore it out one day. We harassed him so much that he returned it the next week. That is to be expected though, my dad isn’t really a jewelry wearer, more of a buyer. It’s also to be expected that he is going to be harassed when he looks like he’s in the mob. We had to do it. For the mob. He was on the brink of giving them a very poor yet friendly reputation.
Although my dad never got into the mob, my mother has acquired somewhat of a collection, which is a win if you ask her.