Today was free underwear day at Victoria's Secret. I love free stuff.
After a rather inauspicious start to the shopping day, I ended up buying what is commonly known as a crapload of shirts. Three are tank tops, which is something I have zero experience with. I'm not yet sure how I feel about them.
And no, I did not take pictures for my blog. I have not yet ascended to that level of narcissistic obsession. I take pictures because I think they give me a better idea of how clothes look than the mirror does. In fact, after uploading the pictures and seeing them larger, I think a couple of shirts I bought today are a mistake,
and there's one I kind of regret not getting, despite the unfortunate color.
And then there are the shirts that look alright, but, given time to decipher my feelings, I think I might actually hate.
Clothes shopping is hard.
Conversation in a fitting room:
Me: I hope you don't mind that I just changed in front of you.
Chrissy: Well, now I'm questioning my sexuality.
Me: My work here is done.
Also, I saw this sign on a trash can:
Anything you can do
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