The Clubhouse Hoops – Marble White
Purity is a myth. Glamour is not.
 
Clubhouse Rule No. 2:
“White Should Never Apologise.”
 
Not all angels are innocent. The Clubhouse Hoops in Marble White are an ode to the woman who dresses like she owns the estate and haunts the hallways by moonlight.With swirls of white resin and polished gold, they’re what you wear to appear pristine—right before you break the rules with style.
 
The Carter Country Club Handbook
For Women With Earrings That Swing & Reputations That Echo
Welcome, Darling.
You are now the proud possessor of a piece that isn’t just worn, it’s declared.
These Clubhouse Hoops are more than vintage resin and 18kt gold plating. They’re a signal. A shimmer of rebellion. A whisper of old-world elegance with a sting of new-era glamour.
By wearing them, you’ve gained more than sparkle. You’ve entered The Carter Country Club, where we live by grace and flirt with mischief.
Clubhouse Commandments
(Strictly Followed. Lightly Enforced.)
1. Earrings Go First.
If you’re only putting on one thing before leaving the house, make it these. Panties are optional. Earrings are not.
2. A Hoop is a Halo with Intentions.
Don’t let the roundness fool you. She’s soft only in shape.
3. Let Them Stare.
You didn’t choose subtle. You chose style with a storyline. Turn your head slowly, give them a full view.
4. Blush, Marble, Mint or Tortoise—Never Beige.
Each colour is a personality. Choose according to your mood, your outfit, or your latest scandal.
5. Never Lend, Always Steal Back.
If they borrow your Clubhouse Hoops, retrieve them with charm and passive aggression. They weren’t meant to share.
6. Earrings Never Cry.
Tears are for fiction. Your earrings are for arrival shots, sharp exits, and the occasional gasp.
7. Store Like Secrets.
Keep them safe in their Harlem Carter packaging, away from tan lines, saltwater, and ex-lovers.
One Final Note:
The Clubhouse Hoop Earrings aren’t accessories.
They’re attitude, memory, and mischief, gilded in gold.
Wear them to the pool. To cocktails. To brunches with alibis.
And if anyone asks where they’re from? Smile, and lie.
Your seat by the pool awaits.
—The House of Harlem Carter