I’m on a train, listening to Massive Attack’s Live With Me and going through my pics album because the signal is spotty and I love how I’ve always loved jewelry - look at Mona at about a year old and her bracelet. 
And hello Baby Mona at 6 months old, necklace and cheeks etc
And clearly because my parents were the ones shoe shopping for me - a task grown up Mona detests - my sandals were adorable
And let it be said I always dress up to look patriarchy in the eye and tell it in no uncertain terms that I will grow up to fuck it up. The cap!
Fucking hell, I was such a happy little thing.
