I was going to get on catcalling and sexual harassment for my MondayslashTuesday bit but decided to make it more of a Selected Ravings piece and am thus reserving it for midweek. Which leaves me with fuck-all to say here on the first day of winter (southern). Except maybe look at the awesome vintage bluebird/swallow earrings I picked up a while ago online. They were worn once, apparently, by the vendor's mother on her 21st birthday then put away, and I can believe that because there was not a single atom missing from the little buggers.
Some Victorian bluebird jewellery is still extant but it's pricy and almost always missing bits. These midcentury German versions are the best in my humble opinion, with their fine guilloché detailing and the translucency of the enamel; the modern ones look so horribly cheesy in comparison. Think I paid about $40, which is high-end for a broke-arse comme moi, but I regret nothing. They're on these rather whacky long hooks because I'm a freak about earrings hanging correctly relative to your lobes and the rest of your features.
Wrong-length earrings on a bitch make me question everything else about them.
Some Victorian bluebird jewellery is still extant but it's pricy and almost always missing bits. These midcentury German versions are the best in my humble opinion, with their fine guilloché detailing and the translucency of the enamel; the modern ones look so horribly cheesy in comparison. Think I paid about $40, which is high-end for a broke-arse comme moi, but I regret nothing. They're on these rather whacky long hooks because I'm a freak about earrings hanging correctly relative to your lobes and the rest of your features.
Wrong-length earrings on a bitch make me question everything else about them.
Here's some Tricky.
Underneath
the weeping willow
lies a
weeping wino
Wish I'd written that. Tricky should have called himself Persistent because this shit will stick in your head for the next six to eight days. But there are worse things. Ponderosa and indeed, Maxinquaye as a whole are like a heart murmur everyone can enjoy, saltatory and hypoxic. Check it out if you never have.
Underneath
the weeping willow
lies a
weeping wino
Wish I'd written that. Tricky should have called himself Persistent because this shit will stick in your head for the next six to eight days. But there are worse things. Ponderosa and indeed, Maxinquaye as a whole are like a heart murmur everyone can enjoy, saltatory and hypoxic. Check it out if you never have.
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