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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 2PC Beautiful Rasta Ankh Beaded Necklace Set.

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fashionitforward · 7 months

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: New Black Green Yellow Red Wooden African Beaded Color 2.5” Hoop Earrings.

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ladysummerset · 2 years

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rebeljewel · 3 years

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dojore · 5 years

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Find many great new & used options and get the best deals for Round Wooden Rasta Drop Earrings. 6cm Diameter. Different Colours AvailabE at the best online prices at eBay! Free delivery for many products!

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bbqfashionllc-blog · 4 years

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alenahorowitz · 7 years

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“Same Same But Different”

Extending our bike ownership for another day, we set off on the island to accomplish the things we missed the day before. Our first stop took us to Crystal Bay, a glittering white sand beach protected by two rocky island peninsulas. There were these weird little see-through seed pods in the water that I found really satisfying to break apart with my fingers, each little sticky white cell protecting a little brown seed. All of a sudden, we noticed that the pods had a heartbeat and that there were actually little swimmers inside of each of the sticky cells… hopefully the little guys can survive in the ocean alone after popping them all apart! We frolicked in the teal waters and laid out on the sand while watching beautiful brown skinned locals stretch and practice breathing on the beach.

A rock outcropping that was supposedly in the shape of a penis and a vagina was listed in BOLD font on the tourist map, so we assumed it was an unmissable attraction. However, you really had to use your imagination (squinting and turning your head to one side) in order to see the inappropriate effigies. Instead, we were lured into a little Rasta bar by the owner that beckoned to us from down the beach. We crawled through tunnels of vines through the trees and over wooden bridges to get into the seaside paradise. It was a dreamy little multi-level treehouse that was shaded by the almond trees and built on stilts between the huge oceanside boulders. Several-story decks held many cozy pillow-seating areas with clear views of the bay. Everything was painted in yellow, red and green, flying multiple Marley flags, and they sold everything from spliffs to mushroom-smoothies.

I had a panic attack when I couldn’t find my bike keys after returning to the penis relic. I searched everywhere from my pockets, to my boobs, to the bathroom, to under the Rasta treehouse restaurant. After seeing us all searching for a few minutes, the parking attendant dangled them in front of us and told me to be careful. We made our way to Waterfall 2 (not sure why they couldn’t come up with a more clever name?). Safari busses tried to take us for 300baht each, telling us it was a 30-minute walk… it was 5. We bathed in the cascading water, and realizing I AGAIN forgot my keys in my bike ignition, I sprinted back to the parking lot. My whole life I swear I’ve been really bad about losing things. On the negative side, I beat myself up, “When am I going to become more responsible?” On the positive side I think, “My priorities favor relationships, love, fun and living in the moment over material things!” Luckily (for me and my bank account), my bike survived both episodes.

On the way in and out of the waterfall, we had walk past a sad elephant-riding camp. I guess elephants really aren’t meant to be ridden, though they are enormous creatures, it hurts them as they are so slow moving and their legs aren’t meant to stabilize several humans piled on their backs. The trainers also break their souls while training them and basically get the massive beasts to fear them by cracking their head with wooden whips and jabbing a hooked metal pick behind their ears. Imagine getting yanked around by a sharp metal object wedged into the corner of your ear in order to force you to move! The elephants were panting and dripping with sweat while carrying privileged people that seemingly didn’t care about the strange hurtful moans the elephants would make as their Thai trainers dug the metal picks deep into their wrinkled skin. It was so sad to see the babies separated from their working mammas and how “broken” they all seemed. Do NOT ride the elephants!!

A curved uphill road took us through a huge Durian harvest. There were entire truckloads absolutely packed to the max with the spiked stinky fruits and full families grinning ear to ear about their bounty. The massive fruits needed stabilization while dangling ripened off the limbs, so the farmers used bamboo contraptions to make sure the fruits wouldn’t snap off the branches. They are extremely heavy fruits and the trees are rather spindly in comparison. Durian is a delicacy here as it’s always the most expensive fruit for sale at markets. Maybe they have a medicinal quality of some sort, I’m not sure, but they sure don’t smell pleasant! At the top of the Durian farm, we found a very strange dinosaur-sculpture garden and an infinity pool that overlooked the western side of Koh Samui.

To reach a sunset bar recommended by our hostel, we rode down a sandy beach trail in the dimming light. Other travelers from our hostel were strewn all over beanbags on the beach, ordering Thai teas, smoking hand rolled cigarettes and watching the sun go down. We were the last to leave the deck as the sky had become completely dark, but night rides with the bikes are the best. There are no day-lit distractions after the sun goes down, only the soft lights of other vehicles on the road. The cool air caresses your skin and the scent of plumerias and gardenias hangs heavily as you pass through pockets of their sweet-smelling air. You ride past little restaurants and night markets where people are always trading, eating, cooking and cleaning. They all seem happy, healthy and fed, doing their daily routine. Peaceful. Tranquil. Content. Every day is the same… Same Same, But Different.

Always,

Alena Horowitz | Miss Potato

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mariej200922 · 5 years

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For just $10.95 Gorgeous handmade large wooden African Queen shaped earrings in black and Rasta colors. Wooden dangle earrings engraved Design and the earrings display luxurious quality. You will love these map of Africa earrings - very lightweight and unique. This earring is 3.7 inches in height and light for their size. Make a grand entrance and bold statement with this colorful piece of art. Feature: Condition: Brand new Earring Type: Hoop Earrings Size: 6cm,1 side printing effect,3mm thickness Material: natural wood Color: as seen in the picture (Multicolor) Package includes: A pair of earrings

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fashionitforward · 11 months

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: New Black Green Yellow Red Wooden African Beaded Color 2.5” Hoop Earrings.

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tellytantra · 4 years

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Turning off the shower, Zoya took the towel and dried herself. Wiping the mirror with hand, as she stared at herself, she took her other hand around to wear her clothes, reaching out to the rod, she got nothing. Turning around, she saw that she forgot to take her clothes. "Ya Allah! Ye hum bhi na kitne bhulakkad ho gaye hain! Kapda lana hi bhul gaye!" Slapping her forehead. Now she has to go and take her clothes from cupboard as she couldn't even call Noor or Ammi as Noor had taken Ammi and Abbu for dinner from her first salary. Zoya wanted to stay at home and complete some work of hers. So basically no one was present except for Zoya. Relived that no one was around, so she could go and change her clothes in room itself. Wrapping the towel around her, she stepped outside the bathroom, peeking and roaming her eyes around. Rubbing her feet against the mat, she tightened her hold on towel and tucked it securely around her. Walking out of bathroom, her wet hair dropping tiny water droplets as she made her way to her wardrobe. Zoya smiled foolishly and tucking her hair, she slapped her head lightly. Saying to herself, "Hum bhi na! Ye sab Aditya ki galti hai. Haan! Ek toh who humare dilon dimaag par chaaye rehte hai aur hum aur kuch soch hi nahi paate hai. Aditya! Aditya! Aditya! Aap ne humari neend, chain sab kuch le liya hai. Hum apne kapde bhi aap hi ki wajah se bhule! Aur nahi toh kya?" She pouted and stopping in front of her cupboard, she opened the door and ruffling into her clothes. She rummaged in it, searching for a comfy kurti. As she was busy in searching for it, she heard a voice... "Meri galti hai Zoya?" a deep, husky voice came from behind her. Zoya blinked her eyes as her eyes widened, and she recognized the voice in a second. Suddenly turning around, she gasped loudly. As Aditya stood there in front of her, leaning on the window. His hands folded with his inner shirt's three buttons open as another shirt over it hung down his shoulders. Staring at her intensely, he drank the sight in front of him. Taking in the new avatar of Zoya, as his eyes travelled from her toned legs to her arms, chest and shoulders. Water dripping from hair, as it slid down her neck to shoulder and then inside her towel, into her chest, which was wrapped around her. His eyes didn't budge of from her. He couldn't stop himself from staring at her. This is the first time Aditya is seeing Zoya like this, with her plazzos and kurtis, she is covered from toe to head, only those exceptional sleeveless and deep kurtis, she wore. And she looked beautiful in every dress but this. He hadn't even imagined her in a short dress or actually, more shocking in a towel. With her figure wrapped in it with her, now looking something more than beautiful. As Aditya was busy in his thoughts and staring at her. Zoya on other hand, fidgeted with her fingers. Tightening the hold of towel on her chest, she pulled towel from other hand down, trying to hide herself as much as she could, but in vain. Shy would be underestimating word, as she died of within from it with Aditya standing in front. Raising her eyes, she saw him, lost in his thoughts. Taking this opportunity to sneak into bathroom, she turned around and took her clothes from it hurriedly. Turning around, as she walked slowly to the bathroom, uddenlyy Aditya came from the other world back to present. Seeing her move to bathroom, Aditya being, the Aditya Hooda, could not simply miss the opportunity to tease his shy girlfriend. Zoya saw him taking few steps towards her. Seeing him walking towards her, she stopped in her way and took few steps back. Aditya stopped and tilted his head. "Tum bhaag rahi ho kya mujhse Zoya?" Aditya said frowning. Zoya shook her head in denial. "Toh phir?" Aditya asked. Zoya innocently shaking her head said quietly, "Woh hum... hum bhaag nahi rahe hai woh toh hume... Pausing, blinked down, "hume kapda pehna hai na toh... toh isiliye." Aditya smiling softly at this, he asked again, "Par change kyun karna hai tumhe?" Zoya blinked confused at this, "Kyunki hum kapda le jana bhul gaye na toh isiliye..." quickly adding, "Hum... Hum na sirf do(2) minute main change kar aate hai..." Saying this she moved forward but before she took another step, Aditya walked closer to her. Zoya stepped back again at this holding her towel. Aditya noticed how nervous she was, and he was loving it to tease her, intimidate her. With fake whining, he did the drama, 'Kya yaar Zoya! Ek toh main window se chad ke tumahre kamre main pahuncha, tumhare liye aur tum ho ki!" Pouting sadly, "Bhaaga rahi ho!" Zoya shook her head, muttering, nahi, nahi. Aditya taking two more steps ahead with Zoya technically stepping back again. Fumbling, Zoya started, "Woh hum... hum bas change kar le aur phir..." Trailing, she blinked her eyes trying to make him understand. Aditya's mind had now started to run in different directions. He threw another one. "Accha thike tum, ek kam karo, tum yahin change kar lo." Aditya said taking another step towards her and with Zoya's back hitting the wall now. Looking over with the end of wall behind, Aditya came forward and was now a step away from her. Nodding her head, she said slowly, "Thike! Hum... yahin change kar lenge." Aditya smiled and nodded animatedly. Zoya gestured to go outside. Aditya did understand what she tried to say but then showed as if he didn't get what she said. Aditya muttered, kya? "Wo hume change karna haina!" "Haan, toh karo!" Aditya responding back. "Toh... toh aap..." aap bahar jaiye! Zoya said quietly. "Kyun?" Teasingly, Aditya was now enjoying this conversation. "Kyunki hume change karna haina!" Zoya said innocently. "Toh karo!" Aditya prompted her to go on. "Par aapke saamne... k a i s e?" She whispered slowly. "Kyun? Maine bhi toh kitni baar tumhare saamne shirt change ki hai, jab tumne kaha tab maine shirt utar di infact kabhi kabhar toh main khud aapne aap shirt utar deta tha! Yaad hai boutique aur fir meri chot par marham, utar tha na t-shirt toh phir?" Aditya voicing it loud. Scrunching her eyebrows, Zoya asked hesitantly, "Toh aap... aap kya chahte hai ki hum aap... aapke samane kapda badle?" "Haan! Aur nahi toh kya!" Aditya saying it as if so obviously. "Taubaa!" Zoya shouted. Aditya closed his ears with his fingers while Zoya was shocked at this. "Ye... ye kya keh rahe hai aap? Sharam nahi aati hai? Aditya aap... aap ek number ke besharm, behaya aur kamzarf insaan hai." She stated loudly, embarrassed and angry at his words. She took a step to go past him from his right side. But Aditya touched her shoulder from left hand and softly pushed her to wall. Blinking her eyes, she shrugged her shoulders, pushing his hand away and tried to go past him from the other side but he kept his hands on both sides, trapping her in his arms.A little intimidated and vulnerable, Zoya looked down at his arms and clenched her towel tightly. Aditya was now, again enchanted by her beauty and innocence. "Hume jaane diijiye Aditya!" Zoya pleaded with her eyes. But Aditya shook his head in denial. "Aditya... Please...", her voice trailing off. Aditya took his hand and slowly touched her forehead, moving her soft tendrils of hair, pushing it lightly and then keeping it behind her ear as his fingers slid down from her back of ear to her neck with a water droplet following it. She shivered and looked up, in his light brown eyes, now dark with desires. She knows Aditya is passionate about Zoya Siddiqui, before also but specially more after he realized that he was in love.Stepping closer, Aditya's chest now touched her bosom, lightly. He stared, boring his eyes into her, not blinking at all. "Pataa hai! Tumhe kisine ye bola ki tum hoor pari lagti ho! Maano, pari aasman se utar kar mere pass aayi hai!" Aditya said slowly, a smile forming on his face. As Zoya bowed her head down, smiling madly at his comment. When suddenly Aditya touched the wooden table near them or actually suddenly banged the table. Zoya gasped at this. Keeping a hand at her chest, she looked at table and then towards Aditya, in confusion. "Ye kya tha Aditya?" Zoya asked, confused at this sudden movement. Aditya smiled, his dimples peeking in, he uttered slowly, "T O U C H W O O D", continuing, "Meri nazar lag jaati tumhe..." As Aditya winked at her. At this Zoya started laughing, as Aditya joined her. Their laughter echoing in the room. As suddenly Zoya sneezed, winds coming from open windows in the rainy September with the earthly smell hitting them. "God bless you!" Aditya said quickly with a cheeky smile. As Zoya rubbed her nose, while Aditya continued to tease her, "Kitni laparwah ho tum, haan Zoya? Ab towel main, Katrina banke khadi rahogi, toh sardi toh honi hi hai. Aur bano heroine!" As he shaked his head like a mother does when child doesn't listen but here Aditya had this in direction of sarcastic way to Zoya. Zoya blinked her eyes, hardly, annoyance clear on her face. At this she pushed him away, saying, "Accha ye humari galti hai. Aapne hi humara rasta roka hua tha aur ulta hume suna rahe hai." As Aditya smiled smugly. Checking her clothes in hand, she shook her head at him in desperation, and moved past him. As Aditya softly held her wrist from behind, pulling her towards him as her back crashed his upper torso. As he wounded his arms from back, his hand taking her hands as he dig his face into her wet hair, taking in the smell of her mild fragrance of her shampoo. Keeping his chin on her bare shoulder. As Zoya simply stood quietly, taking in the comfort in his arms. As Aditya slowly placed a kiss on her shoulder, while Zoya shuddered at this, and dropped her gaze. A bit intimidated with the closeness. His lips a touching her hair now, if she moved her head forty five degrees then her cheeks would touch his lips and if she turned ninety degrees then her lips would collide with his. As she got nervous with this thought, as she felt his rough stubble on her neck and shoulder joint. " Adi... Aditya... Please, please hume chod dijiye ab toh..." Zoya whispered. "Kyu?" he asked, still lost in his heaven, which resides in Zoya forever. "Hum... who hum... hum jaaakar kapde pehn, aate hai." She tried to moving forward. But Aditya held her elbow and turned towards him. Her eyes lowered down, as Aditya lifted her chin slowly to look into her eyes. "Darr lagta hai mujhse Zoya?" Aditya asked, watching her intently. At this Zoya raised her eyes to look into his. His honest brown shimmering, as Zoya shook her head. Aditya voiced out, after a pause, "Bharosa nahi hai kya mujh par?" a invisible hurt present. Zoya blinked softly, seeing that hurt, taking her clothes in one hand, she cupped his face from other hand, cradling it. She stared deeply, shaking in denial, "Nahi Aditya, aisa nahi hai! Hume aap par khud se zyada bharosa hai, khud se zyada Aditya..." She nodded, in confirmation. "Toh phir itna darr kyon gayi?" Aditya asked a soft smile spreading on listening her answer. Zoya looked down, and then back into his eyes, trying to form a sentence but failing at it, "Woh... woh..." Aditya held her shoulders, and then slowly said, "Zoya, main kabhi kuch aisa nahi karunga jisme tumahari marzi na ho. Main tumhe kabhi force nahi karunga. Kabhi hurt nahi karunga. Kyunki pyaar main marzi samay ke sath sath milta hai." Pausing, he softly said, "Main tumhe apne sapne main bhi koi dukh nahi pahuchnga, aur nahi tumhare kisi bhi marzi ke kabhi khilaaf jaunga kyunki Aditya Hooda ne pyar kiya hai, suada (deal) nahi." As Zoya smiled at his words, she knew that Aditya loves her more than his life. Slowly wrapping her arms around him, she rested her head on his chest, hearing his heartbeats matching hers, as Aditya held her like a fragile glass, a dream which he never wants to break. Caressing her hair, lightly, he rested his chin atop on her head while in the coldness of weather, Zoya snuggled in his chest, finding a warmth in each other's embrace. She knew because. He would never break anyone's trust because he never had ever done and never will, as he hated cheaters, people who broke his trust. He knows the pain of deceptions and would never wish for anyone, not even his enemies. And he was never going to do that, specially to Zoya because she was one of the reason he had to live his life, again. Their imperfect marriages made them trust on each other, after accident, more stronger than anything. It started with partnership, sorry, thankyou and then a blossoming friendship, then as best friends and which gradually changed by time in to love. Unconditional and immortal love. Zoya got away and changing into kurti-plazzo, made coffee and then snuggled in the bed, under blankets, they talked about various things. Laughters erupting, talks continuing, staring competitions leveling, and romantic moments and impeccable trust, blossoming love in dark colors with black coffee and chips, marking in the journey of the unique love story of Aditya & Zoya. ~~~~~ Anushka

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rebeljewel · 2 years

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Black Wood Africa Map Ankh Pharaoh Drop Earrings. Wooden Ethnic Culture Jewelry | eBay

Pair of Africa, Ankh and Pharaoh Earrings. Made From Wood. One Side Design. Source: Black Wood Africa Map Ankh Pharaoh Drop Earrings. Wooden Ethnic Culture Jewelry | eBay #ankh #ankhearrings #ankhnecklace #afro #afroearrings #afrohair #africaearrings #pharaoh #africa #africaearrings #africa #largeearrings #rasta #rastaearrings #duafe #afropick #lion #lionearrings #leo #adinkra #gyenyame…

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dojore · 5 years

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For just £4.89 Website: dojore.com Ebay: https://www.ebay.co.uk/str/dojorecreates Instagram: instagram.com/dojore

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lamodecode · 6 years

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CRUISE 15

A LOOK BACK

ALICE IN WONDERLAND

ALICE MCCALL

The golden ticket of the day was entry down a sartorial rabbit hole into a world of colour and twisted charm as Alice took us on an adventure into her stylish wonderland.

‘One Track Love’,the Alice McCall Cruise 15/16 potion was disarming: three parts silhouette, by way of her signature voluminous ruffled playsuits and mini dresses re-energized alongside structured blazers and cropped architectural tops.

Three parts texture, showcasing an array of sumptuous metallic brocade jacquards, ornate knit crochets, and bespoke lace. A hearty pop of colour, with injections of pastel pinks and purples splashing with rasta reds, deep blues, and accents of copper. And finally, a dollop of fun, where artist Daimon Downey paved the way for fashion to meet fantasy, creating the scene for the illusory world of Alice in Wonderland post-drinking the magic potion by running wooden sculptures in confectionary colours up and down the runway.

With models donning bunny ears, dark metallic eyes and bright smiles, the Alice McCall show was a theatrical rainbow with a streak of rock and roll. These are clothes that are reconnecting the label with it's past while taking a fierce dive into the future. There is still the obedience of the line's fingerprint - playsuits and mini dresses appearing in their girly element, but they have taken on a daring twist, with new gleaming fabrics in richer hues sending the brand in a new direction and raising the roof.

The media presence was not shy to agree. With a strong legacy and a colourful future ahead, Alice McCall continues to seduce us with style.

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