I've been not so silently obsessing over this shirt for a few weeks. I saw it and thought, "I have too many things from H&M." But then it appeared as an ad alongside my facebook wall. Then, again, it appeared on twitter as I scrolled through on a sleepless night. It called to me. It whispered sweet nothings in my ear, filling me with promises to make me look like a lady. Telling me how wonderfully it would mesh with this wine colored pleated skirt. I had no choice, really.
The present season is quietly demanding pleats and I am willing to oblige. Also, for once people didn't assume I was a mere eighteen years old. (I don't need to be carded for that Pinot, sir! I am an adult, successfully adulting in a woman's worthy skirt)
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