
'Ello, 'ello, 'ello! Top 'o the mornin' to you. You may ask why I suddenly started writing like a
fag, and I will tell you.
Topshop is coming to NYC this Fall, bitches! In case you don't know, Topshop is a mix of Forever 21's whimsy, H&M's prices, and the Gap, like, 2 years ago. It's the greatest store ever. Just go to their website. They have British options for clothes. For example, there's a whole category for PLAYSUITS. What the fuck is a playsuit?! (Take a look at the photo on the left, that's a playsuit) They also give you the option of waistcoats. I'm in way over my head.
Topshop is from London and when I was
studying abroad there after 9/11 and had no friends, I would spend afternoons trying on all the clothes, and then not buy anything. This was more fun than sitting on my bottom bunk
crying into a stained cup of oolong tea, making collages out of postcards and
found objects...which is what I did on weekdays. But, Meg, stop feeling sorry for yerself! Get to Topshop! Hey, thanks repressed multiple identity of a
tough little girl who fights my battles!
The lesson is: who wants to be my friend? Best, Meg
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