It's true. I thought I was so clever, so original when I came up with Disco Pony as my derby name. No one will ever come up with that same name. Granted, no other derby girl has dared touch it as far as I know (and so help me if they do), but apparently some British clothing company has.
LUCKY thing for them that they appear to specialize in sequins, otherwise I would be furious. FURIOUS. And unable to sleep until I destroy them and their name stealing ways.
Okay, I admit it, I'm a little bit obsessed. HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THIS DRESS?
Plus, their whole 70s-sequins-meets-Urban-Outfitters look is pretty much my entire life rolled into one sparkly, sparkly dress (and a matching sparkly cardigan).
It seems, perhaps, that Disco Pony was made for Disco Pony (or at least will be when they start carrying gold leotards).
Now that my rage has subsided and the sequins have won me over, I need to figure out how to get my hands on some Disco Pony. Think they'll give me a free dress if I tell them Disco Pony is my derby name?