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Byline: editor: editor: Tonne Goodman
The best beach baubles, finds Lynn Yaeger, are those that really make a splash.
Some people admire their fellow passengers on the Fire Island ferry for their stunning physiques, their glistening suntans, or even a particularly jaunty tattoo. Not me. I am transfixed by the jewelry people wear to the shoreChrome Hearts crosses for neo-Goth beach bunnies; label addicts flaunting boffo bangles cleverly decorated with LV s or interlocking C s; even the heedless bikini-clad matron draped in acres of diamond-embellished Van Cleef Alhambras. (Can these be real? Is she really going to wear them in the water?) I search in vain for a woman with a gaggle of pearls thrown down her back, the way Sara Murphy, who hung out with Scott and Zelda on the Riviera in the 1920s, used to wear hers because, in her words, the jewels "wanted sun."
But alas, I have never spotted anyone wearing her necklace backward. Not even me, though over the years I have worn toand sometimes inthe water a variety of unusual jewelry selections, including superlong strings of beads meant to evoke the ghost of Coco A Venise. (It helps that I usually arrive in a dresslight and filmy but still a dressand espadrilles, and maybe a little cardigan, all of which I shed at the last possible moment before plunging into the surf.)
Salty breezes seem to give me license to sport accessories I would never consider on land: funny orange plastic watches; leather wristlets with one too many snaps; overlapping cords dangling silly charms. I am not alone in this penchant for slightly goofy summer accessories. Invited last minute to a summerhouse, my friend Kfeeling very unbronzed and ...