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Eve Gravel scarf. J. Crew necklace.

Oh and a peek at CoverGirl’s brand new nail polishes.

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Shy
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Do ANY of you remember those friendship necklaces? There were two necklaces, and one pendant was half a heart that said “BEST” and the other necklace’s said “FRIENDS” and you would wear one while your bestie wore the other? (No? No one? Was I the only one who got super excited over these things?). The problem was I never knew which friend to give my other half to #teenagerproblems. Anyway. All that to say when I came home last night, I found this beautiful Ettika bracelet on my bed left for me by my friendsin Safia (that’s cousin/friend mushed together, natch…thought it sounded better than “co-friend”), and it reminded me of those times.

Ettika bracelet

I kinda love this. A much more grown-up version of cuteness.

PS This pic was taken by the new Droid Incredible HTC 4G LTE that I’m testing out — what you think??

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I think I’m obsessed with words…beyond what’s normal. Let me explain: I love the way letters look and the beauty in the different scripts. I love how they can evoke different meanings by just a slight slant or certain boldness. There is something very innate in me when it comes to this. Even before I knew how to write, I would scribble little wavy lines on a notepad, imitating cursive the best way I could by occasionally adding little strike-throughs (they were my t’s) and dots (those were i’s). When I did learn to write, I would practice different styles of script. I would look at books and copy calligraphy rather naively, unaware that the beautiful art takes even the most skilled artists years to perfect.

As a little girl, I would be found punching the keys of my dad’s blue typewriter mindlessly; and when we eventually got a computer I was forever searching for ways to download new fonts. I revered each of them in my own way–I couldn’t imagine writing any of my stories without a varied option of letter styles. I would meticulously scroll through the drop menu, trying every one before I found a suitable one for my story that day. In the wise words of Kanye West, “Sometimes I get emotional over fonts.”

It’s funny how these things stay with us. Not until recently when I was admiring word art in different mediums (from graffiti in different countries or even tattoos I see riding the subway), did I realize of how profound a fascination I had with words.

I'm the hero of this story. I don't need to be saved. (via Pinterest)

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