I have a thing for mismatched love beads. My favorite pair were Mom's, and they went with my friend Marie to be photographed (and then, presumably, stolen) on Jim Morrison's grave at Père Lachaise. (If I can find the print and get an OK from Marie I'll post it.) I haven't yet replaced those lovely beads, but I found a short necklace complete with very sweet charms that I'm wearing a lot.
See? Very sweet charms.
And here I am sporting them with a strand of green and silver beads.