I have a guilty pleasure to admit, well more like torture, I'm addicted to the store Anthropologie. The only problem is I can't afford it, no, I refuse to pay the outrages prices for any of it. Instead I just browse the store allowing the intoxicating smell of all the surrounding beauty consume me. After just a few minutes (minute who am I kidding, seconds) I start to come down with a serious case of "the wants", so I walk into the dark SALE room hoping to find a great deal. Once inside I realize nothing is cute anymore and walk out depressed. Depressed that I have no style, depressed that I'm so cheap, depressed that I'm having a pity-party over stuff.
This was of course was no different yesterday when I saw this outfit on the mannequin, but $1000 for an outfit, um no way. Instead I'll save my $1000 for a new bathroom vanity, be content with my Gap wardrobe and save my pity-party for my next visit to Anthropologie. Sigh!