These shorts are from pants that were my sister's. They don't fit me in the waist (they're a size 5), but with a belt, they'll suffice. I don't believe I actually asked my sister before cutting them, so hopefully she's okay with it/doesn't notice.
Moses sighting! My clumsy little puppy was getting up to no good in the "garden" (read: the muddy part of the yard which is too dead & cold for even weeds to grow in) so I pulled him aside for some photos. He was actually feeling obedient today & was very nicely "sitting" and "staying" for a good 4 minutes before running off into the neighbour's yard. He does this because he knows I'll yell at him like crazy, finally give up, and give him a biscuit to go back inside. And furthermore, he knows I won't be angry at him because he's just too damned cute.
And since I know all you hipsters are dying to know about my cool new moccasins, they were a product of shopping with my father. Not only do my parents love tribal print, but they're also borderline obsessed with moccasins and anything "native." I've pretty much always owned a pair of moccasins growing up, so it was only natural that my pops snatched these from the sale section of DSW and demanded I buy them for myself (yeah, he didn't even offer to pay).