WELCOME TO MY WORLD...

I've been known to be a talker. My boyfriend cringes at my multi-word "streams of consciousness", people have joked that they can put the phone down, make a sandwich and come back and I'd still be jabbering, and I've had a phone attached to my ear since I can remember. In fact, I had the ultra-cool Garfield phone that opens it's eyes when you pick up the receiver and closes them upon hanging up, and the perfect 80s/90s accessory: a see-through phone with neon lights that flash upon getting a call (examples above, although my see-through phone was way cooler). My grandmother had the O.G. cellphone that was the size of your head and then we upgraded to those still-ginormous grey Motorola flip-bricks. Point is, I'm a talker. I feel, as an artiste who has a clothing/accessories line, is a pro-photographer, has been in and thrown art shows, written about everything from fashion to movies to music, and is a published journalist, that all my jabbering has merit. It's stuff you want to know, need to know, can't live without. It's the next big thing, the latest craze, and vintage jewels. Damn skippy. Welcome to my world...