alternately titled, ‘how to make anne obscenely happy’.
once upon a time (when i was roughly five years old) there was a girl (yes, me.) with a great many pretty things. among those things was one item that reigned supreme: a pink leather purse studded profusely with rhinestones in every shape and color. it.was.spectacular.perfection. in order to protect this wondrous accessory i acted as i knew best. i took to it with my newly honed skills of penmanship and scrawled ‘DO NOT TOUCH, PAIGE’. wasn’t i a sweetheart? little did i realize that my inability to share (i hadn’t yet joined the school of ‘sharing is caring’. obviously) would render this beaut garbage outside of dress-up.
fast forward twenty-some-odd years and see me two days ago ogling a happy little mint green clutch. studded with all manner of glittering stones. a little piece of my own personal heaven, here on earth. after a little hinting that should anyone be in touch with the easter bunny (no, it’s not weird that i still get an easter basket, thankyouverymuch) i would really be thrilled to receive this glorious clutch…i returned from my frigid adventures yesterday to this:
my mom is an awesome lady. she cut out the middleman (that’s you, easter bunny) and allowed me near-instant gratification. happy happy feelings abound. i do have to say, though that pictures can hardly do its sparkly, glittery copiousness justice. i’m having a hard time finishing this post because i am spellbound by its magnificence. ♡.