Wild child
Too bad I stopped being a child eighteen years ago. Won't stop me from wearing the bow, though! This one is another Wrong Box bow.
I never have been a huge fan of animal print, but in this case I'll back down because it's got its place here. But prints like that were fairly popular when I was a preteen, and I thought they were ugly as sin.
Now plain old brown, I like a lot. I was Malden High School's resident free spirit, and my wardrobe consisted of just about every color under the rainbow except gray (I had a complicated relationship with gray back then). But for some weird reason, one of my favorite colors to wear was brown. Brown complimented my hair (it's brown), it looked nice with my skin, and it went with everything. I could wear any accessory I wanted, and when just my shirt was brown I could wear jeans or a skirt or what have you. I thought brown was awesome, and apparently God agrees because a lot of the things here on Earth are brown, from lowly dirt to the little mushrooms in my yard, on up to the trees.
Love,
RagingMoon1987
Now plain old brown, I like a lot. I was Malden High School's resident free spirit, and my wardrobe consisted of just about every color under the rainbow except gray (I had a complicated relationship with gray back then). But for some weird reason, one of my favorite colors to wear was brown. Brown complimented my hair (it's brown), it looked nice with my skin, and it went with everything. I could wear any accessory I wanted, and when just my shirt was brown I could wear jeans or a skirt or what have you. I thought brown was awesome, and apparently God agrees because a lot of the things here on Earth are brown, from lowly dirt to the little mushrooms in my yard, on up to the trees.
Love,
RagingMoon1987
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