blouse: Ebay (Matt's V-day gift to me) pants: Trendy X Change bag: c/o Francesca's hat: swap meet shoes: Thrifted
On the way to dinner last night this little conversation blossomed like unto a beautiful flower.
Sir Matt: "I wish Indie had a job."
Me: "ummm...do I want to know why?"
Sir Matt:" Because then she'd come home and be all, man guys, what a day, I'm tired. And then we'd all just sleep."
Sir Matt:" She could be like.....the city mascot!"
Me: "And then we could stuff the money that she makes in her collar and she'd walk around all blingin' and all the other dogs would be jealous."
Sir Matt: "No Sarah that's just cruel. I just want her to be a mascot."
Sir Matt: "Hey do you want to go ding dong ditch someones house and leave a pile of french fries at their doors step."
Me: "Need you ask?!"
Yes, this is what most of our conversations end up in. Juvenile delinquint thoughts. And we did indeed go ding dong ditch our friends house french fry style, and we spelled out something amazing with the french fries too, don't you worry, we did it real proper like.
(Photography is of course by the amazing Landini!)