I like to decorate my arms. I like the share the decorative conclusions with you. I like to eat chalk. Not really, but I do like glue. Just kidding. Not.
In today’s post, I offer a more extensive look at some of the diverse arm parties that flood my wrists. So diverse some aren’t even parties. They’re gatherings. Or soirees. Or dinner dates. In some instances, they’re ragers or frat parties.
While you’ve likely seen all the below images in my insta-feed, you often ask where the baubles hail from. Today I I’ll tell you. After all, bracelets are about friendship. And this right here is a friendship. Actually it’s a sisterhood. And sisters should have matching wrists. So even if you don’t pick up identical materials to create a Siamese arm party of your own, what’s mine is yours. Except for that Love Bracelet. That shit is mine and mine only. Sorry!