Fringe. Fringe. Fringe. I can't get enough. I found this fab fringe top at some thrifty store in Studio City, LA sometime this Spring and have felt like I've needed a time machine to jet me off to Woodstock ever since. I've been kickin' it around Topsail Island, NC all week and getting some final relaxation before I start school next week. I can't believe I'm graduating from college in a couple months. Craziness. Between travels, packing, unpacking, and repacking I have felt like a little gypsy living out of a bag with no time to post. I took some time to hang around the beach with my Jimmy Hendrix-like top, leather and bone jewelry and a face full of freckles from the sun. I've decided beach hair may be my favorite thing in the whole wide world. I've been letting the salty air do the styling and letting my hair and myself go wild as the waves.