snipped

everyone is vain.
in their own way, at least.
my hair is short.  now, it is.  a few weeks ago, i made a decision to cut my long hair.  i was annoyed with the frizz and it looked boring. i have naturally curly hair and i felt the urge to rock the curls.  in order to flaunt my spirals, i would have to cut it shorter.  okay, fine.  i am cruising the town to find the right spot to snip the locks.  i come across a salon literally 35 seconds away from my house.  it has been here for about 6 months or longer and i never noticed. i don't see how i didn't since it is a neon pink building attached to a neon green building where fruit cups are sold.  NOW, i know what the people in line are waiting for.  i am a very cautious person.  so cautious, that many times i wonder how i manage to go out on the town and manage to have fun.  i build up the courage to walk inside and am immediately glad that i did.
the walls have abstract paintings of classic hollywood stars.  marilyn of course.  i am greeted by a cheerful stylist with what appears to be a silver bob hairstyle. off to a great start.  i sit on the pink couch and select the picture i saved on my phone of the hairstyle i would like.  who will be my stylist? there are three young ladies showcasing their skills on other clients.  i have a quick moment of concern.  perhaps i should have done more research on hair salons?  what is this salon's reputation? will my hair be slaughtered without remorse? after a few minutes of angst, my stylist calls me over.  she is perfect.  a pin up girl tattoo on her arm and a rockabilly hairstyle with a green streak in her black hair.  her name is rainey.
i show her the picture of the desired hairstyle and away we go.  the hair washing was wonderful.  i felt like such a celebrity.  i felt closer to the sky with every inch that was cut.  over 7 inches gone.  i will admit that i almost fainted when i put on my glasses and saw the finished product.  i felt like i had committed a murder.  hairicide.  there was regret and panic.  luckily rainey went into stylist mode and started jazzing up my new do with some hair products and a blow dryer.  she was satisfied with my outcome.  i however, needed more coaxing.  i needed my hair back!  i would have cried but i was too faint to produce tears.  as she started styling, i began to believe that i was a modern day betty boop and applied the brightest red lipstick that i own.  i have over 30.  i purchased a satin cream colored hairpin with a cheetah print stone in the middle.  i clipped the hairpin on the side of my hair and immediately went into glam mode.  watch out world.  i felt the need to sign autographs and blow kisses to anyone who glanced my way.
i will admit that i continued to have moments of grief and regret for a few days but was in love with my new cut at the same time.  i now debate whether i want to have long hair again. i have dreams of having a bright white bob hairstyle one day.  a girl can dream.  perhaps the cut made me more confident or pompous to some.  either way, it worked for me.

rhines & stones, please!

i have officially diagnosed myself as an AA - Accessories Addict.

my addiction became apparent when i found myself almost experiencing an asthma attack at the thought of another person buying the gold serpent necklace i have been eyeing at a local bazaar.

it's unnecessarily bold roof shingle format captivated me and i immediately felt the urge to rap about alcohol and bentleys.

i had originally laid eyes on it about a month ago. couldn't forget about her. i will call her magma.

her essence and appearance is that of cleopatra on a night out in brooklyn.

her orangeyellow stones decorate her midas gold shingle rooftop body.

and her onyxblack stone eyes penetrate. interrogate.

i knew if i didn't act on purchasing this gold piece of ecstasy, that someone else would snag it. 

perhaps snag it for funsies. not for love. not for emotion.

an ingrate.

a jewelry loving impostor.

a criminal.

i couldn't, i wouldn't allow that to happen.

i became joyfully furious at the thought of such a travesty transpiring.

i imagined it being put on a shiny silver dish on someone's vanity. hidden from the world. 

i imagined how i would feel knowing that i had let a rarity pass me by.

all of these thoughts caused a rapid heart rate, fidgeting, and several anxious half smiles. 

i probably looked like a shoplifter.

i didn't care. i was a glam guardian.

the intensity of all of these thoughts and physical reactions slapped me into admitting that i am addicted to globs of gold, bold bursts and objects so captivating they should be illegal and buyers should be hunted for treason. 

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i had to have her. 

superhero bling.

she loves me too.

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