You may be asking yourself if this post was just my way to brag about how photogenic my hands can be, well, I'm happy to tell you, your pretty much right about that. Having said that, this post is not for the faint of heart, as it does end in dark tragedy (you may want to get a tissue for this one):
Once upon a time, in value village, a caramel macciato got destroyed as my tired butt looked for something that costs 99 cents, and had the ability to entertain me for an entire Sunday. And then, just when I had lost all hope, there it was, a freaky weird gold button. I almost fell over I was so exited, so right then and there I filled out the adoption paperwork (gave the creepy dude behind the counter one whole dollar) and strutted on out of there. Hours later, this ring was born....No parent has ever been so proud! Honestly, I am usually so critical of my own work, but this ring was exactly what I wanted it to be. I wore it everyday for the next few weeks, flaunting it about obnoxiously, until the unthinkable happened: It got run over by a forklift.... Seriously, A FORK LIFT! I was totally crushed, it fell from my pocket and by the time I noticed...It was gone, I should have dove in front of the forklift. Sigh.
RIP pretty girl



