So we finally know what’s wrong with Rachel—she’s not dying, she’s just suffering from a bad bout of vertigo (or, more accurately, a designer brand of the dizzying disease called “VertiZoe”). She’s put on bed-rest and told to take it easy for a spell. She takes this quite lit’rally, foisting responsibility on Taylor to decide which young Zoe-ite gets to go to Paris Fashion Week and which has to stay behind to do the dirty work (tacky, Rachel!)
Instead of manning up and making some boss-like decisions, Rachel sets up camp in her jewelry closet and works on finding her Zen place by sorting through several decades’ worth of designer bling. In all fairness, this sparkly remedy is for a good cause — Rach has teamed up with vintage shop Decades to hold an auction/retrospective of her life in gold and gems.
The exhibition is lovely, a nice tribute to Rachel’s fashion-icon mom and a charity fundraiser for ovarian cancer. And of course, the jewelry is so gorge, Rach is tempted to buy it all back. She’s especially hesitant to part with a silver-and-lapis necklace she wore as a good luck charm while dating Rodge. Get your own lucky lapis in the form of an oversized cocktail ring, a Zoe staple whether vintage or not. She also drools over timeless pieces like chandelier earrings that are dangly enough to be door knockers (try an exotic coral pair from Amitra Singh if you loved Rachel’s red-stone Chanel chandeliers), bohemian cuff bracelets like Kate Spade’s lace cuff, and cut-stone necklaces like Kenneth Cole’s collar of green stones.
If you were digging the jewelry Rachel actually wore to the Decades event, try Kenneth Jay Lane’s super-chunky chain necklace or Blu Bijoux’s gunmetal leopard bracelet (it’s not the genuine Cartier article, but it’s kitschy-chic all the same).