Heres to another day of lovely empty hours left for this week before I am once again cast into the world of career infested dream kills.
The dress hung there. I walked by the shop 4 times, walked in 4 times, touched, stroked and crooned over it 4 times, deliberated 4 times. Thats the kind of shopper I am. Stingy, moderately ruthless, fickle. I went on and on and on about it asking my friends countless times ‘Should I? Should I?’ which they of course wholly supported in a unison of yeses. I love my friends. The fact that I was broke for the month of course droned at the darkest wells of my girly frilled head. But please, forgive a girl who wants to own a piece of pretty ❤