Trousers: Asos (buy it here) blouse: Asos (buy it here) Shoes: Call it Spring Clutch: c/o Francesca's
I joined an old man walking group this weekend. But see it all happened so fast! I didn't even realize I'd done it until the deal was sealed, and now I just feel like I sold my soul to the devil. You remember Myrna? The dog of the previously Jewish Atheist from New York? Well see I was out walking Indie and we saw Myrna and New York man (I should really learn his name) and we started walking. And then as we walked, Isabelle the golden retriever and his neon hat wearing owner joined in on the walk. And then what do you know Sydney the Australian Shepherd that makes baby making eyes at Indie came along for the walk too. Before I knew it I was walking around the park with four old men reminiscing of the old days when things were simpler and how our kids turned out alright even after our terrible parenting. I don't even have kids people! Anyways, so as were talking, baby maker Sydney starts to chase Indie with his crazy baby making legs and I'm all woah I've got to get out of here before Indie's gets impregnated and what not, and then New York man suggests, "Hey this was fun, let's do it next week!" Before I could say anything everyone nodded their head and then went their separate ways. So yes, apparently now I'm part of an old man dog walking club that I have no idea how to get out of. I feel like I just joined a cult. So scary. So thrilling! What'll we talk about next? Fear of our children putting us in an old folks home!? Oh also, Indie will probably be impregnated within a fortnight by Sydney the horndog if I don't get out of this doggie cult soon. So pray for Indie's uterus, and that it will be barren unto the dessert.