Corset Shop Non-Sense

When I was in college I had to stop my inspiration books. They had grown into a monstrous obsession. Every photo had to be cataloged. I was constantly writing down what others where saying, and how they said it. I guess Im just going to transfer this compulsion to a digital format. My name is Mollie (My face)and I'm 23. I made a pretty unexpected career choice, and ended up working in Corset Shop. To check out my new corset obsession check out Corset Shop

Permalink Mollie in Candyland
Permalink I feel like a Zombie lately. I wish I had more time, I wish I could get more sleep. But life is pretty badass right now. Work is awesome, Its the best time of year for us and sales have increased! I’m so happy were moving forward in almost every aspect of the business. School is awesome too! I’ll get the hang of this crazy ass schedule at some point.
Permalink Me and some flowers outside the shop.
Permalink I really like the way I look in this photo
Permalink When I go to sleep with out drying my hair, I wake up with a mane.
Permalink I like this photo of myself. Vain vain vain
Permalink I felt like sherbet today.  Sherbet with Party hair. My twin sister is at Conneticon today, So my phone keeps dinging to show me pictures of Pokemon, Harry Potter, or Sailor Moon. I beginning to think I might wander down on Sunday.
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Permalink Did I ever post this picture of the best Victory rolls Ive ever done?!
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Permalink My friend Andrea and I at Jason and Jennifer’s wedding. I tossed the pink in that morning. I think im going to lighten it up a bunch.
Permalink Make up face for the dubstep night I got dragged to the other night.
Permalink I’m very sorry for all of the hair narsassim shots. I have no excuse, other than I have a new phone with a nice camera, and I have a new pack of bobby pins. I always pick on my boyfriend for still having a MySpace, with all of his silly pictures. Or his Facebook with a billion pictures of his cars. After a few months of dating he explained that dementia ran in his family. He watched his grandfather forget his grandmother. Hes leaving himself a trail. He’s banking on the internet being around a lot longer than his memory. Is it really that crazy of an idea? So I’m going to unapologize for posting so many pictures of my hair, and my face, and my shoes, and my dogs. Hey old lady Mollie.