The story of course, as most things this unusual are wont to be, is about a boy and a girl. And a bonfire in a trailer park. Yep. I just typed bonfire and trailer park in the same sentence, because apparently that's how I roll.
Let's start with the boy. Except just for fun let's call him a man. He's southern. He's handsome. He's hilarious. He dances. He's down to earth and freakishly fun and can finish my sentences for me. Nevermind that he achieves this by saying things I wasn't actually going to say. He gets away with it because he's bigger than me so I'm not really looking for a fight. By bigger I mean taller and by taller I mean when I look up at him the top of my head touches my butt.
I think I might like him a little bit so when I was invited over for a cookout (read that as bonfire) on a warmer night this weekend (read that as it was 2 degrees higher than the 28 degree previous night), I decided to go. The majority of the talking sounded mostly like teeth chattering, but apparently I am fluent in Southern Slang Click Swahili laced with Coors Light** so I was able to get by.
Now about the girl...who happens to be the 14 year old daughter of the man...I haven't yet gotten her permission to tell y'all how awesome she is, so I'm just going to limit this post to sharing a couple of necklaces I made for her and her Bestie~
(Although I will say she is absolutely gorgeous and if I can bribe her into modeling some jewelry for me she'll be plastered here soon enough. Wait. Is it legal to bribe 14 year olds? I really should research these things before admitting guilt prior to a potential trial.)
Also? I finished the focal to go with my purple beret, and as soon as I find the right shade of purple faux suede boots I'm changing my name to The Queen of Awesome and going on walkabout.
**That is SO going on my resume.
I accidentally had another date and the day got away from me, so if y'all don't mind I think I'll wait until tomorrow sometime to draw a winner for the giveaway. K?