house arrest



ankle parties are my kind of jam. the other day while watching a young girl macrame a bracelet out of neon elastic bands i made the statement ‘i love a good anklet.’ it was the gosh darn truth. i have attempted to wrapped most bracelets in my limited jewelry collection around my ankle, most don’t quite make it around. i think it’s time to find a perfectly dainty gold number (or two, i’m digging the mirror effect) that can reside draped along my upper foot.