Geometric Necklace

I made this necklace here a few weeks back and totally forgot to tell you about it.

See:

Cute, right?

I'm le tired. Don't hate me because I fail to entertain today. Just re-read what I wrote yesterday. It might be less amusing the second time, but it's still more exciting than this. 

In good news: I think tomorrow's post will be just the tits. Now you have something to look forward to. 

Forgive my lack of flavor, but enjoy this necklace, because not one, but two ladies in my life have drooled over and requested this on-trend piece of neck candy. 

Rhinestone Headband

Hello chickens. 

While you were watching the super-bowl (commercials) and drinking beer, I was busy watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Parts 1 and 2) and making this little ditty:

This pretty hair piece was inspired by Miu Miu's Jewelry catalog:

I might be the only New Yorker who did not tune in to the game (halftime show). 

"Why not, you anti-social loser?" you ask. 

Because I don't understand football nor do I enjoy watching organized team sports. Don't get me wrong - I'm athletic - I have some ninja hand-eye coordination AND I ran a mother f-ing marathon. (No big deal.) I'm just not team oriented (or spirited). 

I have no idea what the rules of football are and I find the whole thing painfully boring.* To me football means watching a bunch of men in tights and shoulder-pads run around a field for like 10 hours. (Why is it SO long?!) This might mean I'm a bad American, but hey, at least I wasn't hung over for work on a Monday morning.
*My dad is not proud of my complete inability to grasp football.

To illustrate my point, I made you a collage. You're welcome.
This is what football would have to look like to catch my interest:

This is why I'm single.

I have also discovered I have a new hobbie: Making ridiculous collages on Photoshop. Just another way to ensure everyone I know thinks I'm bat-shit crazy. Fun times!

Since football does not look like the above picture, I made a sparkle-y headband during the Super bowl. And then I paraded around my apartment (alone) wearing it like the bad-ass that I am. You stopped reading when you saw the picture didn't you. Oh well, I'll continue anyways. For my own entertainment. 

Neon-Tipped Shoes

Here's the deal: Mr. Desk Job was supa demanding yesterday (and today) so I have no time for chit-chat and what-not's. But just so you know, that's why I neglected you yesterday. I'm so sorry.
(This is also why I wrote this post last night in the comfort of my bed.)

Now, I know it probably stings a little bit to hear that my desk job takes priority over you, and you might be mad at me for that. BUT, before you throw your computer across the room and start crying, think about this:
Desk job pays for the roof over my head, the food in my mouth, AND the glitter in my soul. Without desk job, I cannot buy the tools to be your crafting genius, and that would make your life simply miserable. So, you must learn to love and appreciate desk job like I have. If on occasion desk job gets a little demanding, please be patient. Desk job is your friend, and desk job needs TLC too.

Now, I will get right to the point because I have shits to do. I won't dance around it. 

You ready?

Today I am a copy cat. 

I saw this DIY Inspiration post by I Spy DIY a while back and have been looking forward to making me some neon-tipped shoes. I have no idea where the lovely Jenni of I Spy DIY found these pics but I dig 'em.

So I made myself a pair. 

Why did I wait until now to make these when I clearly saw the DIY Inspiration post back in August?
Because I just found these basic oxford for cheap at Asos.com.

That's why.

No time, no time. Let's get to it.

Hand Painted Tribal Cell Phone Case

The cell phone monster is back!  Watch-out electronic devices. Ima throw glitter at you.

I took a little brake from electronic accessorizing for two reasons. 

1. The response to the lace cell phone case was phenomenal, and I knew that the following case would be a disappointment. I think we have passed the appropriate amount of time to avoid that. 

2. My cell phone guy on Canal street disappeared! Seriously. One day he was there, the next a storefront had taken over. I spent 2 weeks mourning my loss, and 2 weeks searching for new guys. I found some street vendors in Soho, so cell phone crafting has officially resumed! And its badder than ever. Bad-ASS, that is. 

Cue the tribal music.

Hand painted Tribal Cell Phone Case. 

The interwebs tell me that tribal patter is spot on trend. You're welcome.