So, there I was, just hanging out in the garden, as you do. Posing. Totally unaware of Terry standing right there in front of me, with the camera. When all of a sudden…
Oh. Hi, Rubin. Why so suspicious? You wouldn’t have come running the second you heard the shutter click, with the intention of inserting yourself into all of my photos and pulling terrifying wolf faces, would you?
I thought as much.
We all know you can do better than that, though, Rubinman. Why not show the nice readers one of your REALLY scary faces?
That’s more like it. And, you know, while you’re here… I know fashion blogging isn’t really your thing, but I’m sure you could show us all a thing or two about how to wear clothes?
Yes. Just like that.
He is always, always, the star of the show; I’m just his sidekick. That’s just the way it goes when you’re owned by a small white wolf…
[Dress: ASOS // shirt: H&M // shoes: Head Over Heels by Dune]