Top: Maurices / Skirt: Dorothy Perkins / Shoes: Bandolino via Ross / Belt: Ruche / Earrings: DC Street Market / Hat: Asos clearance / Watch: Anne Klein / Necklace: Giveaway Win
I wore this to a temple trip yesterday. I just love temple trips. Yet another reason to love white. Then, when we got home, the Husband and I took a nice, long nap under the ceiling fan with the Hound.
This summer, I've noticed that Slurp Hound has taken to following me around more than she used to. She's always followed me into the kitchen, hoping for a bit of food or treat, but now she follows me everywhere else, too. I go to fold laundry in the bedroom, Slurpee pads along and plops down at the foot of the bed. I'm working on the computer, she's furring up my papasan chair or lying by my feet. I go to the restroom, she noses in and lies down on the rug below the sink. Yep, I don't even have kids yet and already I've no privacy in the loo. In the evenings, when I sometimes catch up with Dancing with the Stars, she's whining to squeeze into my grandpa's old La-Z-Boy with me. Then at night, she's either by the foot of my bed on the floor, or, if it's cold, snuggled up right against me under the covers. I know. I swore it would never happen.
She doesn't follow me all day. Obviously, someone still has to watch out the windows to make sure the deer and rabbits don't get too comfortable. And someone had better be watching out that that one neighbor's dog doesn't put one toe onto our lawn. But when the neighbor's dog is no where in sight, and the deer and rabbits have cleaned the yard of all fallen fruit for the time being, suddenly everywhere I turn is my not-so-baby baby Hound.
And I kinda like it. Even if she does get furs everywhere. My vacuum and I have become total frenemies. It's cool. It's about time I caught up with the trends and got myself one of those.
P.S. This is the top I wore on my very first date with Husband at Cold Stone Creamery. It's kinda gotten a bit pit stained and tight in the ta-ta-region due to some medications I'm currently taking {not that I'm complaining...} But it's our first date top, and I just can't let it go.
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