Picture the night in 1986 when you and your three girlfriends took one last moment to compare the sharp angles of your respective coifs before gassing up the Scirocco and driving into the city to catch Power Station. This, if you'll recall, was that impossibly hopeful evening when, for just a moment, you all thought y'all might make it backstage because your third-cousin went to junior high with Bebe Buell.
You didn't make it backstage, but that's not the point of 1986. 1986 was all about those moments before: Your boyfriend is not going to follow you to college. Your parents are not going to follow you to college. Becky Eckerson and her big mouth is not going to be in the same state as you are once college starts.
And when you clip this clasp--THIS clasp on THIS snappy six-link -- when you do that, and you check the mirror, you see that every last bit of dazzle is balanced between the prom, the dorm, and a home in a different climactic zone. The gold has its flash, yes, but were you to doff three or four other pieces...
...Tonight, of course, the piece keeps its comrades, because there is to be no talk about interviews tonight, nor talk of careers, of moving away, or any of that. Not tonight. Tonight is all the glimmer and dangle you can handle, but tomorrow...
Well, look, sister, the gold has its flash, yes, but were you to doff three or four other pieces...
...You could wear this darned thing to a job interview.
So there's that.
This flashy little six-link measures a healthy six inches excluding the clasp, and as such is a happily mnemonic Chanukah gift for the dimensionally forgetful. It also begs significant hyping, so vintage is its bling (or, if you prefer, so blingy is its vintage); indeed, you should know that I am putting all of my ample weight against the helm in an attempt to avoid deploying a hyperlink pun, for I've been warned about that sort of thing.
While the photograph might not make it abundantly clear, the goldtone is a little less saturated than some of the other pieces we sell, although this discrepancy between the bracelet and its simulacrum might be born of a wobble-legged monitor. The photographer is wonderful, but my monitor has suffered a rough time of it over the last few years. If you see before you goldtone about eight degrees lighter than 80 percent of the goldtone in your collection, consider your experience authentic. If your screen displays a wonderful bracelet that is chock full of hope and hairspray but does not seem to differ in light-footed whitish brightness from much of your metal, deduct a couple of clicks in your mind's eye and you should pretty much have it.
This bracelet is in good vintage condition. There are a few nicks hither and yon (primarily at the corners and angles) and there is a dab of tarnish at the joints. But the clasp -- that all important clasp -- snaps securely with a satisfying audible pop.
Superb Vintage-(Suburb)Bling. Eighties Goldtone Six Link Clasp Bracelet
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