I got this coat for mega cheap, and, like, I was really stoked on it, right? It felt like something my grandma would have worn and looked like something Penny Lane would approve of. I thought, "Gee, I like my new coat so much that I am willing to sweat my butt off and wear it outside all day at Hollenbeck, no matter what that crazy sun says!" In fact, I was so excited that I decided to include a couple of my [many] dogs on my adventure.
Whistling (in my head. happy root-toot-this-day-rules kind of whistling) along the path, I smiled at all the other lively people dressed in tank tops and shorts while waving and saying howdy to all of their dogs as I passed.
Absent from my surroundings from only paying attention to my own blissful thoughts, I failed to notice that my dog had found a puddle of urine on the sidewalk.
A big puddle of pee.
A big, smelly, muddy puddle of pee.
"Oh, hey, pee! Normally I would lift my leg and wizz, but this time I would rather collapse into you and saturate my inch long fur with your pungent odor!", said my dog to the stink puddle.
So, he did. And before I knew it, back on his feet he went and onto my new awesome coat he leaped, rubbing his soaked body on me. Yaaaaayyyyy!!!!!
Needless to say, I spent the rest of my otherwise buoyant day extremely furious and smelling like piss.
vintage top, diy shorts, jeffrey campbell shoes, army surplus bag, random jewelry
I forgot about these shoes. I was so stoked to have gotten them, oh, 3 years ago? I don't wear them often enough, but I had to dust them off when I found this top that I would have rocked in junior high during the 90s...and now. What good is trippy mesh on top when there is no overabundance of buckles on bottom? Buckles and mesh and army bags. Nostalgia to the max.
Dorner is dead. Looks like the end of helicopter craziness over our house.