Santa Does Exist I Tell You

sweater: F21  blouse: thrifted  trouser: c/o EShatki  shoes: thrifted

 Such things as walking and running are done a lot these days by the Indian and I. We also enjoy the frequent gallop, trot, frollick and skip as well (if you're wondering what the difference between a gallop and a trot is then you should know that in my mind a trot is much clunkier and manly than a gallop, and now you know the difference) so me and the Indian were enjoying a walk together, on such occassions I always bring with me my handy dandy roll of poop bags (sorry there's just not an elegant way to say poop bag is there...dung holder?? no, no elegant way) because walking does a magical mystical thing to Indie, all of the sudden she just has the need to poop on everything. So anyways, I indeed, forgot the wretched sack for crap. So as my luck (or terrible lack therof) would have it, Indie starts to doesie the twosie in someones yard. I'm thinking, "Well this stinks (literally), but at least no ones here to see it." Then, I hear a rattle...and a jangle...and a fumble. And I see a man, in the driveway of the yard my dog is currently dumping on, and he's getting something out of his car. I froze. I mean really what do you do in this situation (PLEASE SOMEONE TELL ME!!!). I held my breath. I didn't move a muscle. And my mature brain exited my skull and my five year old brain entered and all of the sudden it seemed completely rational that if I didn't move, he couldn't see me. He got out of the car (indie still pooping), walked up the driveway (Indie starting to waddle away from the poop awkwardly), he opened his front door (indie now kicking at where she just pooped) and walked in the house, all without a glance, or hint that he'd even known we were there. IT'S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE! SANTA DOES EXIST AND GRANT EVERY GIRLS HOPES AND DREAMS! So Santa, if your reading this (wouldn't it be awesome if Santa read fashion blogs! His suit is rather dashing) I would also like a garden gnome for my bookshelf... oh and for Indie to start speaking in spanish only. Good tidings of joy and what not. Sarah.

*Also. do you like my pantalones? Eshatki gave them to me, and they also gave me a pair to give to one of you! Just visit their store and tell me something you'd pick back her in the comments section and you're entered!