All I want for Christmas...

Audrey had a little fawn (little fawn, little fawn!). And everywhere that Audrey went, the fawn was sure to go. But seriously. I guess when you were as huge as Ms. Hepburn, people just let you take your pet deer everywhere. His name was Ip, short for Pippin.

{Turns out this has been on like every blog ever in the past year, but I couldn't resist. I found it via Bleubird. Oh, you're not reading Bleubird? Why on earth not?}