Cut to scene and there I was on Friday night indulging in the weekly ritual of margaritas and chicken tacos with my friend Kelly who proceeded to use dirty words like, oh, Forever 21 right at the table. I'm just going to out myself: I haven't been in Forever 21 in 9 years. Yes you read that right. Everyone goes on and on about Forever 21 and all I'm thinking is, 'I turned *cough* 25 last year so that one is out of the question." Well friends, I would like to formally announce that as of Saturday at approximately 12:30pm PST I am now 21 again and it is feeling pretty good.
Kelly coerced me to a monstrosity of a Forever 21 that resembled a mini department store. She's very sneaky too--after 15 minutes she had to depart, abandoning me in a sea of what appeared to be 7 million females between the ages of 10 and 52. Is this post littered with numbers or what? Anyway, 2.5 HOURS later I emerged with stars in my eyes, hair still in my head AND a jackpot of finds in my bag, not the least of which was an amazing version of that lace blazer I had been stalking. Examine the evidence:
Current/Elliott-Boyfriend Jeans, Steve Madden-Ruffled Leather/Wood Heel (last year?)
Yep. That's the look of a giddy woman.
Drunk on lace and savings, if you will.
There she is close-up. I'm normally an extra small but this came in small through large,
and I purchased a large to give it a boxier feel. Rolling up the sleeves
worked perfectly and voila!
Everything that happened before and most of what occurred after this purchase completely sucked (except the bbq with my friends you know who you are), but the blazer helped to ease the pain just a little. Suffice it to say I will be returning to this mecca for further investigation.