thursday

we had a VERY needy prop stylist assistant in the studio the other day who might have had the hots for me. we both had stretched ears which is probably what made him think we had something in common.
he asked me for every little thing rather than having some autonomy and looking for it himself. annoying.
anyway, he came back the next day to pick things up, which of course he spread out over the course of the day and to bring me these



because he *used* to make jewelry and had *quite* a following.
NOTICE THE HEARTS? i did.
don't get me wrong, i don't mind being hit on. i'm not so rapt with self-importance that i find the prospect of being hit on my someone i don't fancy appalling. its just that this guy could NOT take a hint. i could see where he was heading and kept things as brief and professional with him as possible. almost to the point of curtness, but no dice. he just kept bugging me and kept bugging me and then came back the next day and bugged me some more.
the matter appeared to be settled on day two when he met my boyfriend who had stopped by to eat lunch with me.

speaking of my boyfriend, he found our favorite tequila in pint-size!



this is only ONE of an impromptu, several picture homage to the only baby we can love as our own.
if anyone works for milagro or for a any organization that distributes it, you let me know....

one last thing.
ever since i dyed my hair red, i feel like it makes my eyes look the same color, which is pretty cool.