Okay time for the real deal. I need a bra. Wait, some underwear too. Cheeky — why would I purposefully give myself a wedgie? Stay focused, it’s about the bra. What’s that one called that I like? Perfect Dreamer? Angel Eyes? The Supermodel Body? Hmm.
Buy anything you can’t clean.
Sometimes, we wander around the store in a daze.
If you ever see that you are dealing with one of these types, do yourself a favor and change lines!
I’ve come across some extremely helpful men before who talk to me like I am a human, not a dumb broad who has never left the kitchen, and if I don’t understand, I feel comfortable letting them explain it to me.
You know how some people throw leaves in the fall and let them all waft slowly down? Now you can do that with an untold amount of sweaters.
Clothes make you feel better. So do shoes. So do groceries. Nothing is off-limits when you’re dealing with your mood via retail therapy.
I don’t know if it’s the sea level down there, but Australians have a damn good eye.
Everything costs more in Australia, AND our dollar is worth less than the American dollar.
Can’t we all stop pretending like we don’t constantly want to steal but we’re afraid of the consequences?