My grandmother loved jewellery. She pinned emerald frogs to her visors when she golfed, strung piles of pearls around the neckline of chic, cashmere sweaters and bedazzled the cuffs of crisp white shirts with glitter and gold. She had one husband, but several wedding bands, and when she was diagnosed with lung cancer, she wore diamonds the size of the Plaza to chemo. Yiayia Terrifica, we miss you.