So, I've had to adapt and switch to subjects that for the most part are incapable of flipping me off. In doing so, I realize that what I'm mostly collecting now are images of the stuff that I love: the books that are stacked everywhere in my home, the jewelry that makes me smile, the things I create with my own two hands... stuff that represents my ever-changing style... physical pieces of, well, me.
I moved into this apartment in August and my massive black bookshelf came with, making this the third apartment it has appeared in. At that time, the top of the bookshelf was empty and a little bit after that, I started putting just a few books up there as I was running out of space anywhere else. Now, as you can see, more than half the length of the case is studded with the multi-colored bindings of my lovely, lovely books. Not to be forgotten is a pretty little bud vase that I picked up at Anthropologie this fall...because pretty little bud vases just happen to be another thing that makes me swoon...but that is for another time and another picture.
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