Ignore the healing cuts all over my knuckles. I'm a hair stylist, these are battle scars.
thrifted cut off shorts
Jeffrey Campbell shoes from lulus
bag from ebay
Noble Town Vintage necklaces
Moth and Garnet gifted mother of pearl ring
My Salvation gifted crystal earrings
other flea market rings
I think Spring has made it's way here. Finally! With the way this years weather has been, let's hope for no mid-May blizzards. Fun weekend I've had. Last night I saw Dead Prez, which was pretty awesome. It's been awhile since I have been to a big hip hop show...the last one being Lil Wayne, and that was awhile ago. Oh, just so you all know - I have a major crush on Lil Wayne. I find his Rudy Huxtable baby face somehow to be so attractive. And that raw, crackling voice of his is SO hot to me. He is the only celeb that I have had multiple dreams about, always involving me chasing him around at some party trying to get him to pay attention to me. I never really end up successful in those dreams. But yes, this is my strange crush. A little out of the norm for what I typically go for.
The necklaces I am wearing are from Noble Town Vintage, aka Sarah, who lives in SLC and sells awesome jewelry. She holds a special place in my heart because not only do I adore her jewelry, but she is also a hairstylist like myself. Her jewelry is inexpensive for what it is, so you all should definitely give her etsy page a holler. Oh! And she sends her stuff in the raddest packaging!
Also, the mother of pearl ring I am wearing is handmade (to fit my abnormally fat sausage fingers) by Moth and Garnet of England. I am a stone and crystal freak, so naturally I love her jewelry. I am tempted to purchase this cage ring if no one else jumps on it. So awesome.
The entire time I have been writing this post my left foot has been pulsating. WTF. Why do I feel my heart beating in the bottom of my extremely ticklish foot? I keep wanting to scratch it because it feel so weird, but that is the worst place to touch. I am not sure if you guys are able to tickle yourselves, but touching the bottom of my feet results in unwarranted extreme tickle sensitivity. And it involves no laughing. Painful tickle. Eep.