totes hypster.

because i'm not any normal person, and i don't ask for normal person things {read: justin bieber posters, one direction books, selena gomez anythings}, last friday found daddy and i strolling {i'm trying to be poetic here} through fry's when the golden hour was settling in. we were looking for memory cards. like, 16GB's worth of memory cards because i was shooting a church affair the next day and who knows how many pictures i could take at that! but while i'm not any normal person, and i don't ask for normal person things, i do have normal person money, which constituted my paying for the memory card. but that was okay. because it was on sale.

we were going to the checkout line and i was wondering if fry's was the sort of place that had vinyl albums, and low and behold, a stack full of vinyl was right in front of me. abbey road by the beatles {for katie, had i not been told that i was spending enough money already}, barton hollow by the civil wars {for carlotta, had i not been told that i was spending enough money already}, and countless other albums by random people who were dead to me because i didn't know/didn't care to know who they were. only because daddy knew he wasn't getting out of it sometime soon, he started sifting through the albums to find: oh hey, look, it's adele! 

i swear. i jumped around and screamed and shouted all the way up to the register, in which i was told that i had to be eighteen to by a vinyl lp. i mean, did he think i was going to snort it or something? but it was okay. because daddy was standing right there, so it counted.

and so, i inserted my memory card into my camera {but that's a whole different story}, and held my lp protectively as i rode to grandma's and proceeded to tackle mommy out of excitement and danced like a maniac when i put the album on grandma's phonograph. praise God for vintage people. i then decided that i was too hipster to be hipster, and therefore became hypster. and to celebrate, i rolled in the deep and ate an ice cream sandwich.

number three of sixteen before sixteen >> complete. oh yes.
-kiss kiss kiss, you played it to the beat-

{pea ess: i need twelve guest posters because i'm leaving town for two weeks starting monday. so do comment and let me know if you can!}