______The serial killer simile aside, here's a hearty collection of my favorite snapshots from the past year or so.
______This little guy is a vintage bracelet that my grandmother passed down to me. The whale mouth opens and closes--talk about advanced jewelry technology! My last name means "whale" in Norwegian (hence my violent Viking tendencies, and burning desire to rule the world), so this bracelet is pretty darn special to me.
______I'm sure you guys know that I always end up wearing the same few bracelets... I never buy new ones since I tend to take them off after picture-taking. They're a burden, but they're pretty. Pretty burdens, those elusive bracelets are.
______Bought that shiny-as-a-beetle's-shell pendant from this huge antique and costume jewelry vender. Vendor? Vender? Venn-Diagram? Whatever.
______Ah yes, the trusty cicadabro earrings. Cicadabro is totally one word--it sounds cooler mushed together like that, yeah? Little friends that I can wear on my ears... Well, that sounds a bit off. I'm almost certain that most things I say are a bit off, though.
______There's the Mickey Mouse ring my dad bought me when he was passing through Disney for a business trip back in the day... It's quite the antique, but still fits perfectly!
______Oh! And we can't forget the shoes. Most of these shots are courteous of my mother dearest, who literally gets down on her knees to take them. That, or I climb a small ledge or bench or some sort, balancing on it treacherously, a task which can be quite difficult to accomplish in nylon tights and heels. In essence, my mother and I both put our lives (and clothing) in danger.
______Have a groovy week! Do people still say that? I'm bringing it back.
