Blazer, ZZ Top Shirt, Ruffle Shorts, Orange Tods- Vintage, Necklaces- Self-made, Earrings- Casey-made, Spike Bracelet- F21, Other Bracelets- Vintage
So I feel kinda guilty about the ten (TEN!) photos, and will try to make this short. Bullet point time!
- I acknowledge that my roots are scary, but don't quite feel like remedying the situation yet. Oh well.
- Casey and I have been total vintage warriors recently (prompted by her trip to the Best Flea Market of All Time while in LA), which has led us down a rabbit hole of strange and wonderful crafting/up-cycling. Yesterday afternoon we stole one of Joey's old Baylor tees and went bonkers. There are studs, spikes, kitty cat patches, a (really good) marker drawing of a unicorn, and a super special, super eloquent message to The Land of Kenneth Starr.
- How great is this location? Joey found it, but was super terrified that someone was gonna jump out of a train car and like, shiv me. Thankfully, no shiving (new word?) occurred.
- I want to dye a a black leather vest like, a really pretty dark greenish seawater color. If this is possible, then shoot me an email, pretty please. Directions would be great!
- If you feel like learning about a COMPLETELY AMAZING historical figure who should be WAY more famous, google "Mildred Fish-Harnack". Her husband (Arvid Harnack) was equally amazing, but recently I've been focusing on the ladies.
- Sometimes I have this little fantasy regarding my old high school (Highland Park). Here it is: the Freshman would be forced to gather in the auditorium, and I would lecture about a heroic, kickass WOMAN. The girls desperately need some empowerment, and (many of) the boys need to stop treating the girls like subhumans. I hear stories from my brothers that really just come down to utter sexism. Like, shocking sexism.
Sadly my little dream could never happen, because I screamed at the school principal the day before brother Ethan's graduation. That guy is a first class wiener.