I suspected that this would be an autobiography. Instead, Packham has made a collection of essays about her creative process. Somehow, that was better.
Notable line: “a boy I had been kissing for less than six weeks” which I still cackle about when I think about out of context, but it is such a succinct line for a distinct description of a man I think all women/gays have met. The After Party essay is *chef’s kiss*. My only critique really is that she does a lot of name dropping, and if you are like me and only vaguely keep up with celebrities, sometimes you get a little lost. But, it was an enjoyable enough book. I would recommend it to fashion buffs, art historians, and jewelry professionals.