It was chilly out, so I put on my dads coat that was way too big for me and my moms old rubber boots. As I was about to walk out the door my mom said, “You want the knife…you know just incase?” No thanks ma. Look at me…I don’t think any fishermen are going to attack me. They’d probably ask me if i lived in the woods and then slowly back away. They’d possibly even mistake for a man when I had my hood up. By my moms laugh and the fact that she didn’t insist I take the knife, I knew it had to be pretty bad. Needless to say, I looked a little disheveled.
So I took the dog and we headed out for an afternoon of squirrel and fox and wabbit hunting. Which actually turned into rock and leaf hunting. Turns out she’d rather chase falling leaves and stalk rocks. About halfway into the walk I found a snake. So I immediately text hubby at work with the picture of the snake with the words, “I’m going to bite it’s head off and cook it for dinner.”
Sidenote: Hubby and I love watching Man vs. Wild. If you’ve never seen it, then you just won’t understand.
To which hubby replied, “That’s why I married you,” and then “bury the head.” Again, if you’re not a fan, you should be. I was sort of getting into this whole woods thing, except for the ticks I had to pull off the dog, I don’t like that part, but I looked like I belonged in there anyway. I thought about how I could wear this as a costume on Monday. Not that I celebrate Halloween, but I could probably show up in this outfit and just call myself homeless or go as a “girl living in woods.” But I liked being able to roll outta bed, not having to brush my hair, or shower, or put make up on, and that oversize jacket was super comfy. It’d be nice if I could dress like this all the time. Then it hit me, I’m actually a fashion statement.
Hobo chic, it’s like shabby chic but a little bit more grunge and a little bit more dirt. I think I’m on to something, you guys.