You're a song, written by the hands of God. Don't get me wrong, 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd, but you own the place where all my thoughts go hiding, right under your clothes, is where I'll find them. I actually never realized what this song even suggested, considering I first heard it sung by Shakira some time in my tweenage years or something like that. Anyway, my music taste has gone off the wall and I cannot stop listening to Shakira and acoustic covers. And country (the beginner stuff, y'know?--like Taylor Swift and Lady Antebellum and The Band Perry). And anything that reminds me of my time in Junior High. Stacy's Mom anyone? What on earth is going on with me!?
Anyway, it's been a while since I last posted something that had to do with me and clothing. I have so much I want to show you guys, but that'll have to wait 'til later. My LAST midterm is today. I can hardly wait. EAS, you can suck it.
PS: I've included a photo of me from Grade 6 (I think... regardless, I looked 12 for most of my life). I hope you have a good laugh, because I certainly did.
PPS: The jewelry I'm wearing below have been stuck on me for this entire week. I think people think I'm a gypsy. Jewelry courtesy of Foxy Originals and Wolf Circus, which are both Canadian online jewelry boutiques. They both have great shipping options, so splurge as you must!
PPPS: I pretty much begged Mont Affair to send me this dress because I couldn't take my eyes off the colours and the mermaid-like pattern. Sigh, I am a gypsy. It's okay, gypsies are cool. Have you SEEN Esmeralda in the Hunchback of Notre-Dame? Disney 4eva.
PPPPS: I'm dying my hair tomorrow...
lion necklace from Poor Sparrow
vintage seashell belt from mom (who knew?)
bdg crop t-shirt from urban outfitters ($10.00)
feather bangle gifted from cousins (thanks cousins!)