One of Kendrick’s little -isms that I’ve always loved the most is his habit of collecting things that he finds wherever around his wrists, and then leaving them there until they fall off and get lost. Concert admission bands, those Lance Armstrong-style stamped bracelets, rubber bands, the colorful little bracelets I sometimes make him when I’m watching The Bachelorette (which sssssh nobody tell me what is happening please because I have some major binge-style catching-up to do when we finally land in California).
On this trip, I thought I’d start my own collection, and so we’ve been picking up wish bracelets (the kind that you make a wish on when you tie on) and beaded bracelets from roadside stands and cheesy rubber souvenir bracelets from Route 66 cafes. I love it.
And rainbow bracelets, generally.
P.S. My favorite thing about the above photograph is that nine days into our road trip my manicure is so terrible that it’s actually jumped the shark into resembling a style that people are apparently doing now called a “negative space manicure.” (Or maybe it just looks like I have really, really bad nails.)
