Give a man a fish
I adored this pendant growing up. What is not to love about it. It had bright colors and moving parts. It was such a fun thing to play with, while sitting on my Mom's lap. This is also, exactly the kind of shirt she would have worn with this necklace. She would have smelled like either, Smoke, Shalimar or Opium perfume. I truly dislike the smell of cigarette smoke now a days, but my euphoric recall of those times close enough to my mother to smell all of her, trumps even that.