it’s what i wore out: vintage dvf, i die

jacket: i meannnnn…i. die.  can you even believe it right now?  vintage dvf?  she is. so. iconic, you don’t even know.
{best rachel zoe impression ever, if only you could hear me say it, you would totally think i was her!}
So this was sent to me (awhile ago!!!) by one of my most favorite bloggers and gals EVER….sweet Angela, who discovered it at a Goodwill!!!  Could you DIE?  And what’s crazier is that she found TWO!!!  Who is that lucky???
There is so much I can do with this, and I’m thinking of having it hemmed a bit shorter (above the knee), but oh, how I love it so…
{thank you ANGELA!!!}
dress: tag says tiana b, thrifted
leggings: f21
boots: f21
necklaces: f21 & jennifer zeuner
ring: found at a toy store for $2 when shopping with a friend…we got matching ones, ya know, circa 1985 style. {if you’re my age}
sunnies: f21
occasion: birthday lunch for Taylor at John Incredible Pizza.

So, this is what I call an outfit to wear to a pizza buffet restaurant.
Because that’s exactly where I went in this getup.
I needed something cute and comfy, but most especially something that would hide the large amounts of pizza that would soon be in ma belly.

And that dog?
{funny thing, i keep typing god when I mean to type dog, hmmm, what does it mean?}
So…
Taylor has been begging and begging for a dog, even promising he will ABSOLUTELY pick up the poop if we were to get one.
Then Jimmy said that IF we ever got a dog (again, third time’s a charm?), it would need to look like a mans dog.
SO.
I called one of my besties and requested her dog for a long weekend, so that we could test things out.
I wanted to see how it would be with a bigger dog in a small house, how we handled the responsibility, and of course…
to see if Taylor would actually pick up the massive poops.

I kid you not, not even 24 hours into Tia’s (the dog) stay, Taylor happened upon a pile o’ poo.
And when Jimmy told him to go ahead and pick it up, this is what Taylor had to say:
“I’m not picking that up!  It wasn’t MY idea to get a dog!”

Um, excuse me?!?

Of course, 48 hours later, we are all madly in love, fighting over who gets to pick up the poo (okay, not really), and talking baby talk to a dog that may never see her owners again….if we have anything to say about it.

But then she’ll fart, and we begin to reconsider the whole dog thing after all.
I mean, I have two boys in this house.
Do you have ANY idea the smells they come with???

Guess I must forget easily, because I just got on petfinder a second ago to look up Vizslas (Tia’s breed).
I didn’t think I was a dog person, but maybe I just needed the right dog….

We’ll see….

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