Spatially Impaired

I'm wild for music, hippies, big hair, supple bodies, nutrition, equality, non-obnoxious smarty pants, books, feel-goods, and happy endings

Where are my curls? Grrr rain

Where are my curls? Grrr rain

Dried flowers from THAT night. Preserved for me

Buh Bye, ‘Merica. We’re off to tequila-land
Silly boy

Happy successful 4th sponsorship of NBL to meeee

Brother’s wedding
Miss to mrs
And then this happened… 
What’s a bachelorette party without a hijacked bellhop cart?
It’s soooo long
It’s soooo long
In this edition of bathroom series: what?-you-wouldn’t-wear-this-to-a-client-meeting-in-corporate-America?  

Bleh
My legs were so tanned! 
Don’t get me wrong, they’re the darkest part of me- probably 5 shades darker than my face. But I want this baaaaaack
I’m sure I look as I tired as I feel
Been a while since I made an addition to my creeper bathroom series photos. 
Eh, well. Here you are. I’m no longer a copper headed ninny muggins. Adios red/orange hair. Helloooo brown.