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Brushed Lace Top
I’m a sucker for anything in black and white with a romantic-looking pattern. Maybe next payday.
The Tory Burch Amanda Mini Satchel. My first designer handbag. *sighs happily*
Mimco, you’re on notice.
in which I feel sartorially grateful for my job
As much as I dislike my job sometimes, I’m certainly grateful to have one. Nothing about the clientele is inherently bad. I don’t even really disagree with the systems in place. It’s just that, well… it’s not much fun.
But as superficial as it is, the one part of my job I love is dressing up. That’s amazingly fun. I can wear whatever frou-frou stuff I want, so long as it’s reasonably conservative. Flouncy skirts, Mary Janes, fluttery blouses… it’s not what you’d call “corporate” but I look and feel pretty professional.
Besides, how bad can life really be when there are tags to cut off of new clothes and a pretty dress to wear? I always feel good in new clothes.
I am horrified. Shocked. Appalled. Aghast.
Leggings as pants in the corporate centre of my employer. Big-ass office building and leggings as pants? Leggings as pants. Leggings as PANTS. LEGGINGS AS PANTS?!
I have nothing further to add.
This is the last thing I am buying myself for my birthday.
I swear.
(Plus, I’ll get back the money for the Zara stuff I’m taking back… and the Dotti skirt. Everything will be juuuuust fiiiiine…)
(Even the model looks heartily skeptical).
…
Screw it, my birthday comes once a year.
That chilling moment when you type “urban” in the navigation bar and it brings up Urban Outfitters, when you’re actually looking for Urban Dictionary.
This winged its way from the UK into my dress-obsessed little hands. Looking forward to playing with this one a little.
(Source: asos.com)
in which I am magical
I got into Pottermore!
(And, being the lovely girlfriend I am, I got Mr. Opulence in as well.)
Every good thing that’s happened in my life, I’ve essentially managed to talk out of existence. I’m not going to do that this time.