No lies, every time I wear this sweater, I feel like "THE DUDE". I need to just pour myself a White Russian, bowl a frame or two, and let Flea pee on my oriental rugs. Bad-ass. What's also bad-ass? These necklaces. One year for my birthday, my aunt bought me a bunch of beads, chain, fixins and such to make jewelry, and that's just what I did. The Stegosaurus one? Yeah, that was a key chain (similar technique to my Eleanor chain). Sometimes I amaze even myself. Then again, I need to get back to that...crafting that is. It feels like forever. Peace.
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