Do you know what happens when you leave the house on a Sunday, because you have to get a flea collar for your dog, who got fleas out of nowhere, so you put on your overalls and who needs make up if yesterday's eye liner can be today's smoky eyes and your hair is just let's not even go there, so there you are, a flea-ridden wannabe cowboy walking down the street, do you know what happens then?
You meet someone who says they read your blog.
Cześć, Ewelina.
Not that I am particularly ashamed of sporting a cowboy outfit, as the bonus picture proves. My dog thinks it's hillarious, though.
Cubus jeans and scarf, House fox sweater, Stradivarius cardigan, Bershka boots, Pull&Bear bag
