I went into Tesco's last night (it was for something completely mundane, I think it might've been onions) and I felt an all too familiar loosening around my chest. I had broken yet another bra, the third since May.
With a sigh I went upstairs to the clothing department to buy a replacement (at least until I get paid next Monday) and found, to my shock, I actually got quite distracted by their clothing department.
Tesco clothing (in fact most supermarket clothing) usually conjures up images of chavs, or worse nightmarish flashbacks of childhood... (let's all go to Tesco's where Donna buys her best clothes... *shudder*)
I have seen so many things that I don't just want, I NEED.
I love owls, so the owl print t-shirt is just a must have, the skull print sweater lets me embrace my inner self without being too morbid, and as for the long black cardigan, it doesn't even require justification. It needs to be in my wardrobe right now.
And this. It would not suit me in the slightest, but I'm in love with it. I know plenty of people it would suit, but I, unfortunately, am not one of them
The good news? Nothing on my little wish list costs more than £20! My *ahem* grocery bill might be a little high this month...
(Please be gentle with my first attempt at Collages)
