My [canine] way.

Does anybody else dream about clothes?

[No is an acceptable answer only if it's followed by - "shoes".]

The phenomenon began quite early. 

I vividly remember waking up to the devastating realization that my walls were not in fact filled with hoards of American Girl Doll dresses. 

Insert the Spring '12 Proenza Schouler accessories collection and this Equipment blouse in every color, and you have the cause of many an unpleasant morn. 

But with a little price adjustment of my own (and some necessary layering), I can work the runway grass like the best of them.

Wearing: blouse: American Apparel, vest: from Uzbekistan, necklace: Urban Outfitters, leggings: Hue, boots: Michael Kors, watch: Anne Klein, clutch: Akira (Chicago), ring: gifted, scrunchy: Walgreens

In fact, I probably have just as much fun dressing up and running through fields as those models do donning whatever obscenely-priced footwear they should so be assigned.  

I'm like a puppy. 

With horn-rimmed glasses and a sparkly bag. 

Guess how many chins and you could win a car.

Cheers.