I have never seen “The Godfather.” It just does not seem like my kind of movie. Unless he grants wishes and turns pumpkins into carriages and fixes dresses into ball gowns, then count me in. However, I remember something about a horse head.

And I happen to have a horse head necklace that would have made any mobster proud.

This necklace is giant. It is sparkly. It is fun.

I love it.

I paired it with my Free People Embroidered Gauze Dress (sold out, slightly similar dress here), as only us Godmothers know how to do.

I previously wore this dress with some grey jeans for an informal date night here.

Here I am pondering where to bury my next crime. A girl’s gotta keep herself in shiny necklaces. This horse head doesn’t feed himself.

This looks like the perfect place. Don’t ya think?

Or perhaps here.

What about this place?

Wait! What exactly are we talking about? What crimes? What are we burying?

The price tag for this dress?

No. I bought it for less than $50.

Then what?

Maybe my crimes against fashion?

I’ll never tell.

I keep it locked up tight.

Let’s just say, “I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.”

“Bibbidy Bobbidy Boo!”

*this post was edited using the App Afterlife’s Lumber Filter at 40%.

P.S. * I shared this on The Pleated Poppy!