|Shirt: Madewell, old, Jeans: AG's, on sale, Boots: Anthro - my old faithfuls.|
I feel like I should adopt this as my personal motto. I mean - the only way this photo-op could have been any more perfect was if I'd been wearing my neon pink AG jeans at the time... Speaking of which, now that I have white AG's, I have been living in them - to the point where I'm almost ready to rename this "The White Pants Blog". Though of course, white jeans has led me to discover a whole new dimension of paranoia. "Did I sit on something weird?" "Wait, did I spill that?" And so on and so forth.
Anyway, I have been painting our doorframes "Natural Taupe 2", and listening to more They Might Be Giants than is probably healthy for a human brain. They may be one of my favourite bands ever, but once you've got a song of theirs stuck in your head, that's it, that sucker is NOT going back out without a fight. So after a while, I put on some Wishbone Ash, and everything was going well until it got to this track called The King Will Come. Then all of a sudden, Victor calls out from the living room in a frightened little voice, "Uh, honey? Are you listening to Christan rock?"
They are not, by the way. They are really not. So now I can't stop ribbing him about how, if he's a bad boy, Wishbone Ash are gonna come along and save his soul!