Basically, I bought a lot of fantastic stuff with my Christmas gift card. xD
First (and Stell, you're going to ... do unpleasant things in your pants when you see this), I splurged horrendously (but justifiably!) on this wearable painting.
Then yesterday, I went on a bit of a (ahem) Jane Austen jaunt, having just finished "Emma" and started on "Persuasion." Taking a break from the aforementioned, I searched "Jane Austen," and fifty pages of temptation later bought the following: one, two, and three.
A while back, I ordered a custom prom dress made out of men's ties (an example of which is shown here, though mine will be in different colors), and subsequently was forced to buy fishnets with an octopus on them. Because, like peaches and cream, marshmallows and hot chocolate, or Stellaciel and Jules, octopi and men's ties are just meant to be together.
Finally, in a burst of indulgence and total lack of willpower that shocked even me (the queen and sole proprieter (can you tell I've been reading Austen?) of having no willpower), I bought this supercool necklace of dangly awesomeness.
And believe it or not, my relatives are so lazy and guilt-filled and unthoughtful that I have money leftover. Next on my list of things to buy are...
A custom made poofy hat!
A cool birdy necklace!
And...THESE SNAZZY ORANGE BOOTS.
If you steal ANY of the above three (except for the hat, which is custom-made - you should get one!) I WILL track you down (I can do this, ask Stell), call your mother, tell her I'm your lesbian lover, and describe your body to her in GRAPHIC DETAIL. *breathes heavily* Not that there's anything wrong with being gay, of course, but I doubt your mother wants to find out she's not getting grandchildren. *blank stare*
MWAHAHAHAHAHA.
















But, here's an unbelievably awkward notion - what if one no longer has a mother? =O
The terribly extended list of 'what if's' illudes me.
(And I'll pass on that bacon strip.)
Great site, btw.