handsome pup

I forgot to give a shout out to little lover man Linux, my brother's pooch who is visiting from out of town!

He's the most lovable pit bull ever! My brother bathed him with some delicious shampoo and he smells like a ginger snap cookie.

sweet summer pea

If you know me, you know I love my dog! She's my BFF4E (best fur friend forever). Seriously, she never harasses me, gives me any lip and always gives kisses when I'm bummin'. The friends I keep in real life don't do the first two things either (nor have I gotten any kisses) but you get what I mean! After a crap day at school or whatever my little lover puppy is always down for cheering me up.

Her favorite toy!

No shame in admitting that I spend more time with my dog than most people. It's my nature and I wouldn't have it any other way.

results!

The outcome! Now the only thing left to do is figure out how to finish of the ends with some hardware. I'd say this was a successful adventure into craftland. I stole the image off of Crystal's f-book. Go me! :)

get busy!

Me and my brother's girlfriend Crystal gave making these nifty necklaces a try. I will post our results tomorrow! Gotta love Honestly...WTF's do-it-yourselfs and being one fashionable summer late at making them from the articles initial publish. No big thing!

photo (credit)

American girl

I took this yesterday for my long distance love! I miss him and I finally snapped a decent picture without wonky eye syndrome going on. Notice various bottles of Revlon nail polish, pincushion, tarantula tank, Alabama sketch and Portugal. The Man poster in the background. Sums me up pretty well.

what I wore --- baby prostitute edition

RAHHH! 1950s derby girls know how to kick some ass!

I love me some crop tops and hot pants! The 1970s are kickin' and ever since the loss of my winter bear belly, I can say I'm glad. Let me preface the next few sentences with: bodies of all kinds are beautiful. There. That said, one time I clicked on an episode of What Not to Wear where the poor gal was rockin' a 'flesh belt' (their words not mine) of great proportions. A flesh belt is basically an exposed muffin top. Like any awesome person, I've rattled and rolled my way into many-a-pair of too-tight shorts only to be let down by the mirror. Sausage casing legs and, yes, a flesh belt. Y'know what I say? Fuck it. No lithe figure here, I work with what I got and thank God for my beautifully functioning body.

I think my Forever 21 finds with honkin' zippers are great. Unless they make it look like you got a fupa goin' on --- but I still love you even if they do!

And not to toot my own fashion sense but I don't think a greater crop top beyond my pug life one exists. If I pair these bad boys with a fatty cork wedge I look like I'm about to work a corner, no shame in telling the truth.

God willin'

I want to slow dance to this song in a sleepy southern town.