Remember the good old days of hanging out at the video arcade? No? Okay - maybe I am dating myself ever so slightly, but I occasionally like to think fondly back to those 400 or so rounds of Terminator I used to play with my brothers. We saved all our quarters in a giant cup and about once a month we'd spend an afternoon feeding them relentlessly into the slots of ping pong machines and anything with a big gun on it. My brothers made fun of me for wanting to play Pac Man - what's the point of shoving a big head through a maze trying to eat little dots (um - they were younger then....)? Naturally I pointed out that it was equally ridiculous to shoot at assimilating robots. This would lead to spilled popcorn and my annoyed mother hauling us all to the car. All of this came clamouring back to me recently when I encountered this little gem of a necklace at the NY gift show. Fun and silliness and the inevitable spilling of soda down the front of my shirt - a day out with the family.