So I had an appointment today, and afterwards, I walked to the mall (which was located about a block away from my appointment) and shopped. Wheee! I think it might have been the first time I ever went shopping without friends or parents with me. I think I prefer shopping alone. And now I'm going to annoy you all by writing out the whole thing without using cut tags.
Anyway, I got two racerback tank tops with built in bras from Express. There was a sale of two for $24.50, and I looked hot in them, so I bought a pink one and a light blue one. Bonus! For once the built in bra wasn't too small for my tits. Finally someone who understands that just because I'm short enough to fit into a small doesn't mean I'm an A cup. Afterwards I bought a loofah at The Body Shop, then went shopping for jeans. Dude, I hate shopping for jeans. They never fit right. I'm five feet tall, and even the petite sizes are usually a little long on my legs. So for two solid hours I walked from end to end of the mall three times (I'd say I covered about half a mile, there), visiting something like eight stores and trying on about fifteen pairs of jeans. I finally found what I wanted: size 5 short stretch-denim low rise jeans for the semi-reasonable price of $36.50 (the Gap had a nice pair as well, but it was for $58.00, and I was like -- oh, fuck no).
They look a lot like my old pair, actually, but without the giant holes in the inner thighs or a key ring holding the fly together from where the button fell out.
"Come on Home" by Franz Ferdinand was playing in the Gap. That was kind of unexpected.
Anyway, I got two racerback tank tops with built in bras from Express. There was a sale of two for $24.50, and I looked hot in them, so I bought a pink one and a light blue one. Bonus! For once the built in bra wasn't too small for my tits. Finally someone who understands that just because I'm short enough to fit into a small doesn't mean I'm an A cup. Afterwards I bought a loofah at The Body Shop, then went shopping for jeans. Dude, I hate shopping for jeans. They never fit right. I'm five feet tall, and even the petite sizes are usually a little long on my legs. So for two solid hours I walked from end to end of the mall three times (I'd say I covered about half a mile, there), visiting something like eight stores and trying on about fifteen pairs of jeans. I finally found what I wanted: size 5 short stretch-denim low rise jeans for the semi-reasonable price of $36.50 (the Gap had a nice pair as well, but it was for $58.00, and I was like -- oh, fuck no).
They look a lot like my old pair, actually, but without the giant holes in the inner thighs or a key ring holding the fly together from where the button fell out.
"Come on Home" by Franz Ferdinand was playing in the Gap. That was kind of unexpected.
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Date: 2004-05-18 04:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-18 07:17 pm (UTC)Oh, well -- it was high time I wrote a post entirely about my cute new clothes. I don't shop nearly often enough.
So how are finals going? Or dare I ask?
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Date: 2004-05-18 08:08 pm (UTC)Yeah the post didn't contain all those insane amounts of cryptic words and acronyms, so I was honestly confused.
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Date: 2004-05-18 09:31 pm (UTC)Never had a shirt w/ a built in bras before, kinda think of it I never saw one before...LOL
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Date: 2004-05-18 10:33 pm (UTC)There is no shame in buying boys' clothing. Unless you look bad in said clothing. Wear whatever you look/feel good in.
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Date: 2004-05-18 10:55 pm (UTC)I only buy boys clothing b/c like you I have a hard time finding jeans that fits me, they're often long. One problem w/ boys jeans/pants is the crotch, its longer/lower...LOL
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Date: 2004-05-20 12:01 am (UTC)