Compliments to the sewer

So I got this shirt in Iceland a few months ago. It's big and silk and is photo-printed with an image of a tapestry all over, and, according to the sales girl, the designer found this rug thing in the attic that her grandma made, and she had it printed onto fabric. Needless to say, I thought that was the coolest thing in the universe, and made ben spend a ridiculous amount of money to buy it for me. (ICELAND IS SO EXPENSIVE).

anyway. This is the shirt on the website:

and me:

Anyway. I'm currently in a coffee shop and a girl just came up to compliment me and I went on and on about the story and it sounded so fake. 

Also, I just made a hair cut for thursday, but you know how whenever you  make an appointment to get your hair cut, you love how your hair looks? so then i panicked and asked if they could give me highlights instead, which I don't really want either. I'm just BORED WITH MY HAIR. but i like it. whats wrong with me? now i think i DO need a cut but i already emailed them a million times. good gravy. 

in other news,  this is a pretty pic of some necklaces i'm making for Fab:

BYE