This isn’t about my charmed life, because it is not, infact, charmed. This is about my charm obsessed life. I am a jewellery fan, I don’t wear it often, but I do like to collect it. I’m a bit of a hoarder it has to be said, if you’re a cake pan, a piece of jewellery, or a perfume OH or a nail polish, you’re probably at risk of being crammed into one of my drawers.
My newest obsession is trawling Ebay for Juicy Couture Charms. They’re a bit hideous looking to be honest, very gaudy, enamel painted and not at all delicate flowers, like myself.. but I am weirdly attracted to them. I only own one so far, it’s the Vampire Kiss one, I’d upload a photo, but well, I can’t right now. It this tho:
Isn’t it fabulous? I just needed to buy it, so I did. But that has led to the rocky old road of me wanting every charm ever, even the peeled banana, or the pizza box encrusted with jewels that you can open. I don’t CARE if they look tacky, goddamit, I want them!!!
I have a Stackers Jewellery box, you know the kind you can make as a big as the Eiffel Tower if you wanted, you just keep on stacking them. My charm one is already full because I am kind of anal about only having one charm in one square incase they rub against one another and ruin themselves, naughty charms, so I need a new one of those before I start squandering more money on things I don’t really need.
I don’t know why I am rambling here about this, but this is a blog about my life, and well, welcome to my life. It’s not charmed but it is full of charms.