Crazy Little Thing Called Love

I'm so sorry for spamming you with pictures, but how awesome is this? I love what comes out of me when I'm inspired. Artwork on my fingernails.

Yes, I'm complimenting myself. I'm shameless.

I seem to be totally infatuated with a male individual of my species. MY species! Believe it or not, this is the first time this has happened. Before this, I've only fallen in love with cats and dogs. Never before have I wanted a man to be mine.

So congratulate me, I feel like a teenage girl! I finally know what all those girls in secondary school were talking about. Personal growth! Woohoo!

I named this after Queen's song, Crazy Little Thing Called Love. "This thing called love, I just can't handle it." I really can't handle this feeling. I can't stand the way my heart flips when I see him after a long time. I can't stand having to avoid him because we both know and it's so awkward. I can't stand the fact that I will never have him. Not even for a little while.

Fuck. I hope I get over this soon.

Studs

This was inspired by a bag that I saw in a shop. (By inspired, I mean I totally copied the pattern.) It was a white faux leather bag with colourful fabric circles fastened onto its face with silver studs. I almost bought it, but I was rather poor at the time, so I left the shop without it. Now I'm glad, because although I love its colours, its shape and size were totally irregular and I would never have used it. 

Pretty, though, isn't it? The thumb is my favourite. 16 studs! I can't tell you how much pleasure it gives me just to look at pictures of it. Oh, I love my nails.