I never do this. I never stop dead in my tracks in the middle of the street and goo and gush at a piece of jewelry. It seems that with today's intensive store stocks I am rarely if ever extremely excited about clothes or jewelry. But when I saw Peter Hopkins, a Brit born, NY based jewelry designer making his flawed exquisite jewelry on the spot I had to simply ignore the DVF, McQueen, and the McCartney that was behind me in the Meatpacking District. Peter had the most amazing story to tell of how he came across his craft and why he works in the city of NY and chooses to be free to sell his items on his own instead of selling to boutiques and stores which he said was a huge pain in the butt. I simply had to have the gold ring with diamond stone in it and practically have slept with it on since I got it. It is probably my most prized possession of 2009 and I find it, as a sales woman exclaimed to me in Westbourne Grove, just Gorge.