Finally made a Goodwill run on Friday, THANK GOD—it had been way too long. Got something like three shirts, an XXXXL men’s flannel, a really nice pair of James Cured by Seun jeans, this sweater (which I found out after I bought it was maternity? that’s not weird at all), a teeny tiny sweater from the boys section, and a cashmere BR pullover. Oh, and a vintage Chanel purse. NBD.
NO BIG D. YEAH, THAT’S WHAT I SAID.
Here’s how that shit went down. I spied this older lady with her mitts on it at Goodwill so I started using The Force in my head, going, WALK AWAY, LADY. PUT IT DOWN AND WALK AWAY. And clearly my jedi mind tricks worked on her because she did! She put it down and walked away, and I swooped in like a angry badger and just SNIPED that purse. And now it’s mine. Happiness is MINE. ALL MINE.
And now for a gratuitous amount of photos celebrating my love for this material object which brings me great pleasure by stroking my ego and inflating my own importance. Speaking of which, you should follow my blog. Yeah, you should do that.