She was verrrrrrry hard to please. Downright persnickety, some would say. She felt just like Oscar Wilde when he said he had the simplest of tastes -- he was always satisfied with the best. And why, indeed, should she settle for less than she deserved? Problem was, the best often cost a bloody fortune. Well, she wasn't one to settle and she did like the thrill of the hunt. In fact, she felt a certain smugness when someone would admire, say, her haute couture berry red ponte dress, which she'd picked up for a song at her favorite discounter. And topped off with this equally sensational triple strand of silver crystal and gray hematite -- yes, mama like a lot.