But because I'm not so much a St. John's girl, I'm thinking this dress, and because I try oh-so-hard to be ironic, this locale (the steep staircase by the back bar immediately springs to mind), and because I'm in love with my legs and would want to show off these shoes, this pose with the little guy just to my left, patrician as ever, looking up at me in a vexed, "Mum, who are these plebians in pleat-front chinos, and why are they taking our picture?" expression.
As easily as I could sit here all day and come up with melodramatic idea after melodramatic idea for our holiday photo, ultimately there's no real point, for all these decisions - and any and all decisions, really - are subject to His final and very fickle approval.
Oh, the joy of being puppy-whipped...
3 comments:
I must get on your mailing list! That Rachel Roy dress would be darling on you.
Angie needs a sandwich, but man, that face is stunning. Can't wait to get your card in December!
I am so in love with your dog.
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