Maybe I should start using Pinterest. #theseearringstho

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I love this earring...

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But I don't know if I have the swag to pull it off. I mean, it looks great with her head to the side and it nestled in her cleavage like that, but how would it look when she's looking forward? Would the air resistance as you're walking be a drag? (haha See what I did there?) Also, one earring though?

Dubious that I could actually wear something like this.

But then again, I did make SWAG on a Triple Word Score in Words With Friends the other day, so..

Earrrings. Want.

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Style crush

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The hair--sometimes I miss the volume my hair had when I wasn't spoiling it with organic stuff. The jewelry--most bangles are too small for my man-sized hands. The bow! I have decided I want to start playing with scarves.

Excuse my classism and stereotyping (actually, don't, I'm about to be hella rude)

I saw the most "ghetto" thing I had ever encountered in my entire life at the football game on Saturday. I tried very hard to take a photograph of it, but my cell phone camera isn't that powerful and it isn't like I could slide right up next to boo's ear without attracting all kinds of attention. I'm sad, though, because you people of the internet are not going to believe what I'm about to tell you without photographic evidence. Chick sitting in front of me was wearing door knocker earrings, 

which would not have prompted much of a reaction from me under normal circumstances. They even had her name (presumably) in them, which is slightly worse but still not going to ruffle my feathers much, even given the fact that her name was "Starr." I would have been willing to let all of this slide, but--and this is the part you're not going to believe--her name wasn't written out in the [faux] gold of the earrings, like respectable hoodrats. (And I think my little sister, ugh.) No. Her name was spelled out IN ALPHABET LETTER BEADS on some sort of golden rod spanning the diameter of the hoops. 

Yes, I do, in fact, mean letters just like these like our 7 year old selves made BFF bracelets out of.

I just...never in my life had I seen anything like this. Being gaudy and extravagant is one thing. This may have been a more economical solution, and I understand times are tough, but just, boo...sometimes you should just wait to do it right.

Style crush!

Loving the color-blocking! (Wow, I read enough blogs about fashion that I know what color-blocking is...)

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 Also, her hair is obviously gorgeous. And I want that necklace to appear in my jewelry [shoe]box like, yesterday. Thanks.

Sometimes I really want to experiment with stretching my hair

I need to find a method that wouldn't disrupt my natural curl pattern though...my hair wasn't as shrunken when I did the twist-out, but I didn't like the way the twists interacted with my curls...

Anyway, this is gorgeous and if I could ever find a way to emulate, my life would rock:

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Also that necklace. WANT.

There is nothing in the world I need

like I need these earrings:

OMG WANT.

So much wanting. All kinds of wanting. Accessories are my bank account's worst enemy.

BUT LOOK HOW AWESOME THIS STUFF IS. And it's all made from recycled materials!

http://purposerosa.bigcartel.com/

Etsy is going to be the death of me

And by "death" I mean "best thing that's ever happened". I've been getting lots of hair accessories from Etsy vendors for a few weeks. Look at the earrings I bought today:

 

I am all kinds of loving these and can't wait to get them in the mail! Yay presents for me! :) 

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2nd 30 Day Letter Challenge: Day 14--Letter to Your Favorite City

Dear Chicago,

I have to be honest, I was worried about meeting you. Before I left I wondered who I had become, how I could agree to spend so much time with you before I even knew you. I'd had bad experiences with cities before and didn't think I could grow to be that kind of girl. I'll admit it, I used to discriminate against cities; I talked shit about y'all all the time.
And then I met you...and for the first two weeks or so, I hated you. I was scared and I was lonely and I thought all my stereotypes about places like you were coming true. Then I stopped being a little bitch and decided to get out of my comfort zone of home and work, even if that meant exploring by myself, which was a RADICAL concept at the time. 
And a few weeks later, you had totally and completely enchanted me. Suddenly I was using Google Maps to take a series of trains and buses like you were my turf, exploring your countless festivals and street fairs and museums on free days. I went to your parks and swam in your lake--which, btw, totally revolutionized everything I thought of lakes as being--and made a bucket list I didn't come close to finishing. You gave me friendships like I'd never had before, showed me what happens when you play along with random somewhat sketchy guys you meet in public places, taught me to be entirely comfortable with public transportation (who knew you could like standing on the subway? It reminds me of what I imagine surfing would feel like...), gave me my first club experience, got me to experience art, and taught me to be less afraid of the dark. KO told me once about his "DC-face," a serious look he had to put on to ride the train to work in that city, and I guess you inspired something similar in me, Chicago: you taught me to look uncertainty in the face bravely. You taught me to make short-term plans and act on them. You taught me how not to look lost and how to understand North, South, East, and West finally. You taught me to be okay doing things by myself, which is invaluable. You also gave me the second experience of my life in which I was surrounded entirely by strangers and had to make friends. You introduced me to artisan jewelers, Arts Districts, FARMERS MARKETS, and taught me to make earrings and bracelets and to belly dance and to salsa and opened me to the fact that naturals had a real-world community off the internet. You gave me free concerts and strange pizza and Greek, Indian, and African foods for the first time. Oh and brie! You gave me a rich mentor who had a part-time apartment bigger than my house in NJ, along with my first country club experience and a VIP pass to visit the Natural History museum after-hours. You made me stop giving a shit about rain. You introduced me to BLACK schools with black teachers and staff, a concept that blew my mind. You got me to talk to high school kids without feeling totally awkward. You gave me my first real-world work experiences. For the first time in my life, I felt totally independent, and I will always treasure you for that.  You made me feel GROWN.
I can't wait to see you again, Chicago. I was so jealous when KO got to visit you. Perks of living in corn-country, I suppose. We will meet again. Maybe for grad school if I can build up a tolerance for snow...

Affectionately,

Maya

PS: Don't tell New Brunswick, but it just can't compare to you. 
PPS: Oh, how I wish I had been 21 when we were together... 

2nd 30 Day Letter Challenge: Day Three--Letter to Something You've Owned for More than 5 Years

Dear Silver Sparkly Rhinestone Pendant that S gave me for my 16th birthday,

(Which makes it 5 years, 4 months, and 17 days so yes this counts.) We've been through a lot together. I suppose I first have some apologies to make to you. You were once part of a set. There were matching earrings, but such fanciness was soon lost. (I noticed one's disappearance in the Oakcrest High School cafeteria, and after a few minutes of frantic searching I gave up and relegated the other to my doomed collection of mistmatched earrings.) You came on a specific chain, one that was dainty and innocent and cute. ...And I broke it. Long story short, I haven't always treated you with the utmost care. But, pendant, I want you to know that you have always had my love and my respect. I want you to remember the days when I didn't take you off for months at a time, even to sleep, even to shower. I want you to remember how I would only buy silver jewelry so that whatever else I wore could match you. And now that I have diversified, and other pendants share your chain...don't think I have lost any love for you. You and your giver will always hold a special place in my heart, even if I don't brandish that spot by dangling you between my breasts everyday. I promise you that regardless of whatever battles I'll have to fight to keep your company, I will never lose you. You mean too much to me.
It's almost eerie to me how closely my relationship with you, pendant, mirrors my relationship with the person who gave you to me. He had just lost his footing as the primary person in my life then, and of all the gifts I opened at my 16th birthday party, this was the only gift to make me gasp. It was the only gift I couldn't bear to be parted from; I remember lifting my hair to let him put you on me and giving him a hug that said I wanted to swallow him whole. And I wore you faithfully nearly every day for over two years, until J gave me a ring on a strand and asked me to replace it. I shouldn't have, but someone wanted me for the first time in a long time and I said yes. And after that short-lived...I still don't like saying mistake, but I'm at a loss for another word...I went back to wearing you almost daily until friends (aka my fashion police freshman year) asked why I never wore my other necklaces. Suddenly I felt silly wearing the same necklace every day, so I diversified. I shopped. I...changed. 
And as I changed, I felt my relationship with your giver change. We fought more and more. We stopped being honest with each other. We gave incredibly serious consideration to calling it quits forever...but we could never quite go through with it, and even when it seemed like we were I never hurt you, pendant. I never threw you away or even across the room. You just sat in my jewelry box, winking at me when the light hit you, and reminding me that what he and I have is a gem, and no matter how much it changes, gets strung from different chains or worn with varying regularity, it will always be one of my life's greatest treasures. It's no longer hard to take you off, pendant, like it was way back when, but putting you on always feels somehow right, like the weight of you and the way you fall is just perfect. You are comfortable, like a favorite sweater or a best friend. That will never change.

5 birthdays later you're both still right here with me. That's how I want it to always be.

Conversely to yesterday's message, I love everything you stand for,

Maya