Shopping >Migliore Limited
The owner, who looks like the crypt keepers mother, claims she designs everything in there. There is now way. I know they buy it at trade shows. Very outdated designs which is probably fine their near death clientele who can wear it at their own funerals. There is not effort to appeal to younger people with more sophisticated tastes. The place smells musty and like a dog kennel. If you're thing is old lady jewelry then your great, great grandmother would love the cheap bead necklaces.
Without a doubt, the finest selection of estate jewelry, and the best prices that you will find anywhere, including New York City.
Spectacular yet intimate.
My husband had Don Montgomery, the owner, create a spectacular Tahitian peal ring with diamonds made up for me for my fiftieth birthday, graduate school diploma, and our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary present, all of which occurred the same year. Don has the most fabulous huge Tahitian pearls, which he took out of a velvet bag and showed to me, one by one, under the the twinkling jewelry store lights in the cozy and intimate little shop. Each pearl was a slightly different shade, which Don named as he showed each pearl's unique surface off to me. When I had selected the perfect size (big) and shade (unmatched green), he created a wax model for me to try on a few weeks later. After several fittings, he made up the ring in white gold and gift wrapped it for my husband, and even included an appraisal.
Migliori isn't for a casual shopper, but rather for the jewelry aficionado with elegant taste and a preference for one of a kind designs or estate pieces. There is a selection of readers in the front room set with different colored Zwarovsky crystals. I cannot wait to go back and get another pair.
What A Little Dump!. The sign said estate jewelry and custom designs. Upon entering the store, there was a strong, musty odor. A matronly lady was sitting in a chair, and told me her customers do not come from the otherside of Peachtree! Whatever that means. I looked inside the jewelry cases and saw nothing but butterflies and ladybug designs. Is this 1960, or what. About that time I felt something warm on my foot, and it was one of her poor little dogs licking my shoes. My $500 shoes were ruined, not to mention the insulting manor of the store owner. Thank God I found the Cartier store and spent $32,000.
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