dress: c/o OASAP (buy it here) shirt: Target watch: thrifted shoes: F21 hat: F21
Did I ever tell you about that time that Indie ate a chicken while I was taking outfit pictures. Whaaa??? Noooo??? Well she did. And before I dive into this story can we just ponder the audictiy....the atrocity of this for one moment? Oh the humanity! So here's the down low, I take all of my pictures with a tripod, which is translation for I look like a loser in public A LOT. Indie comes with me for all of my outfit pictures, for moral support you know. So there the Indian and I are. I am, smiling and giggling for my boyfriend Mr. Tripod. And I'm prancing back and forth in my high heels...in the middle of the wilderness (why do we fashion bloggers dress up to prance around the wilderness????) and I here a gaggle and a gobble and whatever other noise comes out of the mouth of a chicken. And I'm like....chickens...in the wilderness and the next thing I see is the Indian sprinting out of a bushel and the nex thing I know a chicken has flown straight into my side with a thwAAAAp and then just flopped on the ground. I was like, "freak did I just get nailed in the side by a freaking flying chicken??? And since when do chickens fly?? And why couldn't this chicken oh I don't know....navigate around a stationary object??" People, I was stunned. The chicken was stunned....quite literally stunned and just laying there on the ground and Indie, well it was the best freakin' day of her life!!! So pretty much I did nothing but stare in pure amazement and wonder, I just stood there with my jaw wide open as this chicken flopped to the ground, and I saw Indie sprinting (have pitty I'd just been chicken t boned) and then the chicken stood up looked around and flew away. At this point Indie caught up to it, and I'd regained my composure and with my dignity long gone I began sprinting after Indie in my high heels screaming, "INDIIEEEE NOOOOO SPARE THE FOUL OF THE EARTH!!!". But it was to no avail. The chickens run in (literally) with a fashion blogger was it's kiss of death. It was too late for Mr. Chicken. And now a moment of silence for our lost friend, and Indie's lost innocence.
So like this story is ridiculous. But I speak the truth. You guys know that weird crap just happens to me! You know this! Anyways, this post was when the atrocity that shall henceforth not be named happened. And I would have caught a picture for proof if my jaw hadn't currently been laying on the ground.
The end (of Mr.Chicken)
Did I ever tell you about that time that Indie ate a chicken while I was taking outfit pictures. Whaaa??? Noooo??? Well she did. And before I dive into this story can we just ponder the audictiy....the atrocity of this for one moment? Oh the humanity! So here's the down low, I take all of my pictures with a tripod, which is translation for I look like a loser in public A LOT. Indie comes with me for all of my outfit pictures, for moral support you know. So there the Indian and I are. I am, smiling and giggling for my boyfriend Mr. Tripod. And I'm prancing back and forth in my high heels...in the middle of the wilderness (why do we fashion bloggers dress up to prance around the wilderness????) and I here a gaggle and a gobble and whatever other noise comes out of the mouth of a chicken. And I'm like....chickens...in the wilderness and the next thing I see is the Indian sprinting out of a bushel and the nex thing I know a chicken has flown straight into my side with a thwAAAAp and then just flopped on the ground. I was like, "freak did I just get nailed in the side by a freaking flying chicken??? And since when do chickens fly?? And why couldn't this chicken oh I don't know....navigate around a stationary object??" People, I was stunned. The chicken was stunned....quite literally stunned and just laying there on the ground and Indie, well it was the best freakin' day of her life!!! So pretty much I did nothing but stare in pure amazement and wonder, I just stood there with my jaw wide open as this chicken flopped to the ground, and I saw Indie sprinting (have pitty I'd just been chicken t boned) and then the chicken stood up looked around and flew away. At this point Indie caught up to it, and I'd regained my composure and with my dignity long gone I began sprinting after Indie in my high heels screaming, "INDIIEEEE NOOOOO SPARE THE FOUL OF THE EARTH!!!". But it was to no avail. The chickens run in (literally) with a fashion blogger was it's kiss of death. It was too late for Mr. Chicken. And now a moment of silence for our lost friend, and Indie's lost innocence.
So like this story is ridiculous. But I speak the truth. You guys know that weird crap just happens to me! You know this! Anyways, this post was when the atrocity that shall henceforth not be named happened. And I would have caught a picture for proof if my jaw hadn't currently been laying on the ground.
The end (of Mr.Chicken)
OHMYGOSH that's amazingly terrifying and hilarious because i'm laughing right now. but i also totally feel for you. poor chicken! poor you! but go indie - that's awesome. and you look so cute in these photos - i love your dress the detail is so perfect.
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<3 katherine
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Oh my gosh!! You seriously have the best stories and I can't believe that happened!! Hahahhash!
ReplyDeleteToo funny!!!!
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LOVE the detail on the back!!! SO PRETTY!!!
ReplyDeleteHaha, I am glad to hear someone else having the same intimate relationship with their tripod. They say the darndest things. My dog likes to eat birds whole. It's disgusting. And she looks so proud of herself afterwards. Like she is the smartest dog in the entire world to have caught that bird. Anyway, that dress is absolutely spectacular. Seriously, unbelievably so. Thanks for sharing, as always!
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ReplyDeleteHahahaha so funny! I have never been attacked by a flying chicken unfortunately ;)
ReplyDeleteLove that dress!
xo,
Amy
itwasloveat.blogspot.com
Funny story, as usual. That dress is stunning! It could totally be a wedding dress for someone on a budget!
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness! That is TOO funny. I can just picture you running after Indie about saving chickens! That is so hilarious.
ReplyDeleteLove your white dress, btdubbs.
xoxo,
Laura
http://lauraisthriftingthroughlife.blogspot.com/
I love how you described taking pictures with your tripod, especially my boyfriend Mr. Tripod, because that is exactly how it feels, haha! Every time I'm out in a field with just me and my tripod, smiling at nothingness, all I can hear is "you're so vain. You probably think this song is about you, don't you, don't you??" Alas, it is what it is! I loved your hilarious, but sad story, and beautiful outfit!
ReplyDeleteSeriously, you do have some really interesting life experiences! A flying chicken...wow. I'm glad it didn't peck at you at least :) Also, can we talk about how amazing that dress is? Wow...just wow.
ReplyDeletehow have we never virtually met before? i mean, come on, we are like blogging soul mates!
ReplyDeleteaka your newest follower :)
xo the egg out west.
love the hat and the shoes, and particularly: "prancing back and forth in my high heels...in the middle of the wilderness". Everyone should try prancing about in wilderness.
ReplyDelete1. You tell the best stories in the best way possible and 2. I love your outfit!!
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ohmigoodness. You made me laugh, out loud. Thank you for that. I can't stop picturing you in a field laughing and flailing around for your tripod and then a chicken comes flying at you.
ReplyDeleteStop it. Just stop with the awesome stories (I love it really, so please don't stop!)
Lindsay
LindsayJEveryday.blogspot.com
wow I really love your dress, it's so pretty! the details on the top are amazing :)
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This is why I wish my cat was a dog, so that I could take him places with me for moral support. But I'd rather he didn't eat the fowl that just happen to run into me. But you know, I think this is what any proper Indian would do so it sounds like she's just living up to her namesake.
ReplyDeleteUm, i 100% love that you admitted to dancing and giggling at a tripod.
ReplyDeleteWow! That's.... amazing. Not so cute about the loss-of-life but eh, it's nature, right? But you racked up yet another 'what the eff' life experience that you can share at the dinner table with your kids someday (or maybe when they're not eating). I wonder, does your funniness act as a magnet for weird life experiences? Or is it a cycle?
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness.
ReplyDeleteOkay, first of all, I am a new visitor to your blog and I love your style!
Now that I have gotten that out of the way, this story is RIDICULOUS! More chicken! I can't believe it flew into you too haha I would have been stunned too.
Also, I totally feel you on the tripod boyfriend/ heels in the wilderness qualms. I live in Colorado and try to find nice secluded places to take pictures, but there is without fail a person walking their dog, etc, so awkward. ANyway.. totally following along now you are too funny and adorable to boot!
xo Hannah
ANy
I love your writing style.
ReplyDeleteThis story had me cracking up!
I love your dress.
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