My babies, I’m so sorry that once again I have been an absent figure in your lives! Like the many other times when I seem to have vanished without a trace it was not by choice, but because I broke my phone…. again! I know, I know, how can one person break there phone so often? I wish I could answer that question – my boyfriend would also like the answer to that question!!
It makes me so sad when I can’t update you with my opinions, share my raps and flaunt my fav outfits. I swear to god, not being able to share my thoughts on the red carpet fashions for the Met Gala (my favourite day of the year) actually made me cry… (it’s definitely too late to be relevant now, yeah?)
I don’t think I will ever know how or why, and in all honesty, I don’t think it will ever change. Maybe some people are just not born to have phones. Like, maybe it is my fate to not have one. For some unknown reason my tapestry of life was woven without a thread to represent a cellphone. Maybe it is some celestial being or higher power, watching me from another realm, causing my issues, intervening from above to steer me away from the life controlled by vanity my time spent taking selfies would suggest that I am living. Whatever the reason, there is one thing I am certain about…
This isn’t a phase, it’s who I am.
I have a plan though, a way to prevent the next break. I couldn’t find a cute, heavy duty case – the more protective cases all just look so…. utilitarian. Practicality repulses me so I took matters into my own hands…
I got out my hot glue gun and made this padded little pom pom case.
Hopefully the cushioning will stop my screen shattering when I drop my phone.. Please cross your fingers and toes for me!
If you would like me to make you a snazzy little case email me at firstname.lastname@example.org or stevieharris.hair @gmail.com to place a custom order.
Stay sassy and smiling*
*if you are too high fashion to smile, I get it, maintain your steely gaze/ sullen pout/ resting bitch face/