First off, I saw this thing online (and, let’s be real, maybe drooled a little). Dior’s latest high jewellery collection? Apparently it’s all about Versailles. Versailles! Think, Marie Antoinette levels of “bling-bling,” but, you know, classy. Over-the-top, but in that *Dior* way. Imagine diamonds the size of, like, pigeon eggs. Ok, maybe not *that* big, but you get the picture. Grand, opulent, all that jazz. I bet it costs more than my actual apartment. Seriously, who even *buys* this stuff? Celebrities probably. And, um, maybe oil sheikhs. Anyway…
Then I was poking around online (as you do when you’re supposed to be working) and stumbled across this website, WorthPoint. Apparently, if you wanna know how much your Dior jewels are *actually* worth (if you’re lucky enough to *have* Dior jewels), they can help. They have a database of, like, a bajillion antiques and stuff. Kinda makes you think about all those vintage Dior pieces floating around. Hidden treasures in some forgotten attic! *Sigh*. A girl can dream.
And then, wait for it, there’s the whole floral thing. Dior seems to be *really* into flowers right now. “Les Jardins de la Couture,” they’re calling it. Which sounds super fancy and French, right? More diamond petals than you can shake a stick at. Shimmering, sparkling… you know, the works. Honestly, sometimes it’s a bit too much floral for *me*. I mean, I like flowers, sure, but do I need a necklace that looks like a whole freaking bouquet exploded on my chest? Maybe. Depends on the price tag, I guess. (Just kidding… mostly).
The thing is, Dior, at its *best*, is about more than just sparkly rocks. It’s about the *story*, the *craftsmanship*, the whole dang *experience*. It’s about feeling like you’re wearing a little piece of art, a tiny piece of Versailles, or a diamond-encrusted garden on your person. And that, my friends, is why it’s worth…well, a lot. Even if I can only afford to *look* at it online. Maybe someday, right?
