I've just heard the weirdest most inane conversation ever. as far as inane conversations go, the best(worst) place to be is the ladies changing room. Forced to endure such insipid chatter my ears burned. I'd also be lying if I said I didn't find it a tad amusing.
Girl 1: dunno if I like this or not. The sales girl says it's nice on me.
Friend of Girl: then you should get it. wot about my top?
Clearly friend of Girl 1 isn't interested at all in wot her friend has to say, she's more concerned with the likes of how she looks. And duh. Doesn't every sales person butter you up slash give you the hundred and one reasons to buy a piece of merchandise from their store!? hello. wake up and smell the 2 counterproductive people around you. You're better off shopping alone.
okay confession: I can't appreciate the music that lana del ray churns. It's nothing personal. I listened to it while depressed, nothing. While happy, nothing. While playing mahjong gossiping with sisters, nothing.
But wot I do love though is the pink angora sweater that she dorns for the H&M ad. Love it.
Finally got my paws on it today. And it is sooooo precious. The pink reminds you of a soft autumn evening, curled up with a good book under an ikea throw.
Only til the point you put it on. Then it gets scratchy and no matter how good it looks, it's just that piece that sits in your wardrobe, adds variation of colour and texture to it, never worn, always imagined being worn.
Then when you've had enough of the itching you take it off only to find that the angora sheds. I never owned an angora aka i had no prior knowledge of it shedding. I resembled something that got mauled by a dozen fuzzy kitties that decided to do a candy coloured katy perry/nicki minaj.
Plus the fuzz kept flying around the fitting room and got stuck in my lipgloss and in my mouth. Not a pleasant sight.
okay confession: I can't appreciate the music that lana del ray churns. It's nothing personal. I listened to it while depressed, nothing. While happy, nothing. While playing mahjong gossiping with sisters, nothing.
But wot I do love though is the pink angora sweater that she dorns for the H&M ad. Love it.
Finally got my paws on it today. And it is sooooo precious. The pink reminds you of a soft autumn evening, curled up with a good book under an ikea throw.
Only til the point you put it on. Then it gets scratchy and no matter how good it looks, it's just that piece that sits in your wardrobe, adds variation of colour and texture to it, never worn, always imagined being worn.
Then when you've had enough of the itching you take it off only to find that the angora sheds. I never owned an angora aka i had no prior knowledge of it shedding. I resembled something that got mauled by a dozen fuzzy kitties that decided to do a candy coloured katy perry/nicki minaj.
Plus the fuzz kept flying around the fitting room and got stuck in my lipgloss and in my mouth. Not a pleasant sight.
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