Pass the Pimm's: Maggie Angus' Orange Bracelet

I've never really got along with bracelets. As you might have noticed from my previous posts, this Slut's a magpie, a blingaholic with a jewellery obsession. But I tend to only wear necklaces - when I say only, I mean everyday, to the point where I feel undressed without one - not rings, which clink when I type, and bracelets, which clash as I type.

But this Maggie Angus fruit bracelet is so cheery that it might just have changed my mind. It's the kind of thing that would noisily clatter on Joan Collin's tanned wrist as she beckoned a much younger man over to her corner of the yacht. For that reason alone, it's awesome.