I’ve always loved how Lil’ Kim revels in the title of Queen Bitch, and Queen Latifah never went by the apologetic “Princess Latifah”- Queens are the ones to order people’s heads off. I really want one of these custom crown rings, but I’m totally at a loss to the engraved part. Either way, the rustic [...]
Princesses are pansies, I’m Queen Bitch
I’ve always loved how Lil’ Kim revels in the title of Queen Bitch, and Queen Latifah never went by the apologetic “Princess Latifah”- Queens are the ones to order people’s heads off. I really want one of these custom crown rings, but I’m totally at a loss to the engraved part. Either way, the rustic [...]
Delicate and Strange
I love this super-delicate but slightly edgy pendant from CutXPaste. It *is* a bone after all. The clean, simple design and easily recogizable shape would look so sweet and pretty with a v-neck.
Pwned!
I have the matching necklace, but this bracelet is such a nice, delicate (yes, delicate) combo of silver wrist candy and bondage. I must have one now. At $12, it’s a little bit of a steal, as well.
(Insert love hurts pun here)
I have been lusting after this sexxxxy necklace since I saw it on the surly chick at Gorilla a few months ago. The contrast of the matte-ified razor and the delicate little heart just slays me. And to me, it just says break my heart and I’ll put your balls in a vice.
You say I’m foolish, I only talk about jewels…
But as you can see, I have a weakness for cheap necklaces. And I work right above fucking girlprops, so half of my paycheck could just be sent to them for baubles. I had to have this big and sexy rockabilly crowned heart. And since there’s no going subtle, I got it [...]
You say I’m foolish, I only talk about jewels…
But as you can see, I have a weakness for cheap necklaces. And I work right above fucking girlprops, so half of my paycheck could just be sent to them for baubles. I had to have this big and sexy rockabilly crowned heart. And since there’s no going subtle, I got it [...]
Nameplates are not trashy.
Well, maybe just a little. I grew up on Long Island, where every girl of Italian descent is issued at least one before the age of 13. I endured constant ribbing for my tackiness, until stupid Carrie Bradshaw co-opted the least co-optible fashion trend ever. I really dig the cool disco style [...]
Pimp My Soymilk
It sucks not having an ice cube maker. I was pampered growing up with constantly available ice, but have yet to snag a cube since I got married and divorced and was relegated to those horrible ghetto trays. I have to grudgingly admit to adoring these blingy cube makers, though- makes using homemade [...]
