THREE stories of delicious and ridiculous bargains and steals. Three stories of yummy gotta have it prints, scarves, and earrings that OMG are $1.80! ONE DOLLAR EIGHTY CENTS... The pressure of all this fashion packed into three towering stories made me want to pop a Xanax. The pressure of having to rush through it all. I just knew in my heart I would miss out on something amazing and then I'd be crying, sitting next to the nail polish table, holding a scrunchie (they're baaack) and a feather headband, trying to crawl my way back to sanity. I'm not joking here folks, this had the potential for Fashion Melt Down Train Wreck 2012. And isn't that the real crime? That I'd miss some really great bargain, and never know the glory of wearing a Lady Gaga inspired ruffle shirt covered in blue galloping horses. Am I right?
So last Sunday, my cousin Kim, who is like my shopping guru, and I went to THE MALL. The mall, meaning the good one with Sephora, American Eagle, and the panic inducing Forever 21. We started out slow, and then I made my move. I put on my big girl panties and said let's do this. But I had one condition. We had to stay on the first floor. She could certainly go to other floors, but I would not be joining in fear of her having to call the ambulance. Kim, being Kim, totally understanding and unselfish, held my trembling hand and lead me in. And I instantly went coo-coo bananas over it all.
Are you joking me that there are $4 scarves, a kitty faced hand mirror for $1, and nail polish that would put Crayola to shame in it's colors. And the clothes. OMG the clothes. The nautical sweatshirt, that looks like a real navy top, like the one Popeye wears. No, I didn't buy it, because the husband draws the invisible line at military garb, paisley, and neon. No joke.
As a side note, we saw the most amazing sweatshirt pictured below, and being overwhelmed my affordable fashion, I didn't buy it, but my goodness I should of.
|Courtesy of Forever 21|
So I did it. I conquered my fear of the three story Forever 21, well at least the first floor. It was great, but now I'm in a depression about the two floors of awesome-ness I missed out on. Oh, and before I forget look at the haul my four year old got.
There may or may not have been a "Mommy are you coming home yet?" call prior to this purchase. This is mommy guilt in motion folks. And really look at those Hello Kitty tissues. Everyone, I don't care how old you get will always smile and squeal when presented with HK tissues. And yes, that's lip gloss and nail polish, and the stinking cutest hand mirror $1 could buy. Don't ask me how much this cost, because I don't want to be divorced for financial irresponsibility. Also you'd just die!
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