Wishies

Overhearing a friend of mine - a post-six-foot post-punk - once call a dandelion's fluffy seed-pod a "wishie" was revocutetionary, to me, and I'll never forget it; to honor that and him and my birthday next week here is a list of what I want:

- Céline tri-fold bag, black, calfskin, not sure what it's show name is but let's call it "The Fuck Experie…