A week or so ago I randomly Googled “spork necklace” just because I’m too cheap to get one of those Carrie-style name necklaces, and I really don’t think I could rock that look anyway. To my amazement, I found something even more sporkalicious.
I am all about handmade, unique items and it doesn’t get more unique than this.
Oh fuck me running. Had to buy that. Just had to. So I did.
It arrived today. Even the packaging was sporkalicious. Definitely keeping the box.
We are talking serious fast shipping too – made it to Spain in a week!
I can die happy now, knowing I shall never be sporkless again.
and just for those of us living with chronic and/or invisible illness, a custom made Spoonie Necklace version! All I had to do was ask her and she graciously made one for us! Highly recommend!
(This is not a paid endorsement. This is me, gushing about something awesomesauce I found, purchased and love in real life.)
I was dreading getting to this question because really, I am not the kind of person that likes to look at herself that way. I don’t accept compliments graciously and I get all uncomfortable and blushy and awkward. But since I’ve been going through a rough patch lately and feeling kind of down on myself, perhaps the post I least wanted to do, is the one I most need to do. So here goes…
People tell me that I’m compassionate and do nice things for other people for no reason at all.
That’s a lie.
I do nice things for people, sometimes… but I do it because it gives me a happy. But don’t tell anyone. Because then I would have to stab you. It’s a secret, mmkay?