Boots: Penny Loves Kenny, Amazon
Top: POPSUGAR, Kohl's
Sweater: Hooked Up, Macy's
Jacket: Delia's, Dolls Kill
Purse: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's
Jacket: Marshalls
Skirt: Arizona Jeans, JCPenney
A painted pony party
Is the place to be
When you're still quarantining
With your Christmas tree.
It's true. I still have my tree up, along with the rest of my holiday hoopla. Still, all I want to do is make jewelry and write posts. And when I say jewelry, I mean the kind incorporating unicorns.
Girls have a history of being infatuated with horses, enchanted or otherwise. On a recent episode of Young Sheldon, Sheldon's (Iain Armitage) twin sister Missy (Raegan Revord) supports the stereotype when she says this about her supplies for starting middle school:
"I feel like this (Trapper Keeper) really says who I am now. Missy got ponies; Melissa gets horses."
If shifting one's affections from ponies to horses is a rite of passage, then I'm not sure where unicorns fit in. But I do know that at some point during adulthood, liking them once again becomes acceptable, in a campy/kooky/I'm-so-old-I'm-young-again sort of way. Which is why I have no problem saying that I love them -- and that they're made of magic. Well, magic and manure. Even if the manure is, according to that Squatty Potty promo, in the form of rainbow-colored soft serve. Here's some of my (non-manure spouting) unicorn stuff staged with my new Hey You Unicorn necklace and earrings:
It kind of makes you want to step inside a Lisa Frank coloring book and stay there forever, doesn't it?
Yet, despite the wonder of unicorns and all things giddyap glam, the rodeo will never be Rodeo Drive.
Nothing ever is. Just ask Julia.