hippie-ish. motorcycle gang-ish. too much jewelry. anything with tigers/lions/foxes/crystals/feathers/beads/sparkles. old and ripped to shreds. comfortable. boots and more boots.
one of my closest friends described me as:
“A baby that resulted from an orgy of a crystal prism, the beach, a dream catcher, a grunge hippie, a threaded beaded friendship bracelet, a yard of vintage flower fabric, a tall skinny tree, a pair of chocolate brown suede lace-up boots, a string of glowing Christmas lights, a purple Otter Pop, and grandma’s old couch.”