I remember when we were gambling to win

A few days ago, father bear and I rummaged through what could be classified as "junk", trying to figure out what to store and forget about in our over-crowded attic. We found collectable barbies that were no longer collectable thanks to my previous infatuation with plastic dolls, old design magazines, buckets of dust, painted army trucks, old school ceramic projects that could now be considered abstract art, and computer manuals from the 1980s. We were supposed to be cleaning up and throwing away what we didn't need, but my father has this way of finding a use for everything--even old housing regulation binders with 100 pages worth of out-of-date information. So, while we tried to pack as much of this junk into our attic (out of sight, out of mind, right?), I came across some unused photo frames that my father had bought at costco and apparently forgotten about. Since I knew they were going nowhere, I decided to massacre one in hopes of satisfying my creative spirit. What resulted was a shabby-looking glasses/earring holder made from nothing more than some scissors and galvanized wire that was laying around my house. Now my sunglasses and modest set of earrings have a place to call home, and I have one less frame to worry about packing away forever. 

bandeau, floral suspenders, & unif hellbounds via nasty gal, socks c/o da-sein, bag c/o grafea, plaid jacket & glasses c/o 2020AVE, necklace c/o vanessa mooney, mesh skirt c/o koopdekour

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