Aside from being absolutely buried in homework, I am suffering from "I hate skinny 20 years olds" syndrome.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
I am now happily ensconced in my new city (hello Vancouver), and have been exploring non stop.
Yesterday I attended my first warehouse sale. What an experience! Great clothes at 70% off retail. What's a shopaholic to do? I waited in line for about half an hour before getting in. I checked my purse, and PURE MADNESS. Girls running from rack to rack grabbing whatever they could carry in their size. I attempted to be practical, and go from rack to rack looking at everything. I quickly got caught up in the frenzy though, and abandoned my sensible plan.
I emerged after about an hour, sweaty, dishevelled, and the owner of a few new great pieces.