Orwellian Paradise

For those of you who don't know this yet: I grew up on a farm. Animals, crops, eating fresh vegetables grown in the backyard garden and all that jazz. Honestly, I'm not jealous of people who grew up in the city, because as isolating as the country can be the peaceful slowness of it all is unparalleled.

The last time I took pictures of the Highland Cattle, all you readers seemed to love it! So when I received a marvelous pair of Cougar gumboots, I wanted to show you them in the context they truly belong: muck and straw. I'm proud to own a new pair of Cougar boots because the built-in thermal socks are rad, plus they're such a quintessentially Canadian brand.

Zara coat, thrifted skirt, American Apparel leggings, Cougar boots

This is Alfred the Highland Cow. He is named after my Grandpa.

Muscovy ducks

The sheep are rather unfriendly and it's hard to get a picture close to them.

Paris the Appaloosa horse. What a rock star! She is totally posing with me here.

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A quick hello from the animal kingdom.

So, I figured since I'm always complaining about living in the country and my only friends are Highland Cattle I should give them a proper introduction. We have a herd of about ten or so, and they're lovely creatures but I wouldn't want to spend more than 15 minutes inside the pen. A new calf was just born today, actually. I tried to get pictures but the mother cow had separated herself from the rest of the herd and I couldn't get close enough for a picture. Enough with the fashion, bring on the cows!




Back to fashion, this outfit is pretty farmer-grunge. Oh, and I got a new haircut and I fucking hate it. Hence the hat...