Found a hair sliver in my thumb. Betcha have never had one of those bad boys! They aren't too fun.
bodhi imports dress, anne hopkins poncho, my salvation necklace, diy pirate necklace, metalicious knuckle ring
Do you like my skillz with the lens flare? Went a little crazy with it but boy oh boy, love the little alien light ball following me around effect. Speaking of little alien, that tiny bird that I am holding is actually my brothers pet quail. Mark is his name. 10 bucks worth of a whole lot of fun, this little guy is. He once had a mate but apparently she didn't "choose" him, so he pecked her until her insides were showing and eventually she died. Jennifer was her name. I felt so bad for her and obviously extremely upset with Mark but, over time I got over it and now I am back to loving him.
Do you like my attempt at "nail art"? Those weird gray dots near my cuticle ended up looking like the typical glimmering eye on anime characters. Cheers to 10 starlit eyes on my hands! Annnnd how about this loose knit poncho from Anne Hopkins? Love her yarn work. Her ponchos are perfect for the season turnover, not too heavy, not too light. As unhappy as I am with the next 2 seasons...I am stoked to wear this poncho.
I have been asked a lot of numerous questions on here and through e-mail and I either forget to answer them, or I get asked them regularly so I will just do a mass answer in a post. Here are a few of the A's to the Q's.
- My hair color is naturally red. Obviously not this red, but it is very very light strawberry blonde. This being said, my body hair including eyebrows and eyelashes are clear. Not even blonde. Clear. So when I don't color my eyebrows in or wear mascara, it looks like I have no features.
- I am 5'5. Short.
- I store my jewelry all over the place. On my walls, hangers, drawers, random surfaces. Takes up a significant amount of space and unless I can physically see each and every one of them, I forget I have them.
- The name Strawberry Freckleface comes from a book titled Freckleface Strawberry. It is about a little pale redheaded girl with freckles who would do anything to look different. Over time and with the help of her friends, she learns to love her red hair and freckles and after growing up, she has her own frecklefaced strawberry children. This being said, I used to hate my pale skin and red hair. Now...I still hate my pale skin, but I'm stoked on my hair color.
If you have any other questions feel free to ask in this post. I will answer (almost) everything. Sorry for my major delays with getting back to ya'll. LoveUlongtime.
As if I couldn't write enough paragraphs, let's start yet another one. Here are some photos from my sisters wedding. Isn't she a doll? Quite the redheaded wedding party on the female side. My brother is behind her sitting in white.