These thoughts were quickly forgotten as within seconds I spied an Elvis Presley shirt. The fact of the matter is, I secretly adore Elvis. His story, his smile, his music, his moves, and his terrible, terrible movies. Even his sad and untimely, but glamorous demise. (Yeah, I just said that. What?!) Without hesitation, I snatched that shirt with the image of Elvis singing sometime after he was gorgeous, but before the alcoholism had completely taken over. An in-between period you rarely see. I would wear it with leggings, or maybe bright skinny jeans. It would be mine and I would not care if it embarrassed my friends.
From there, it was long flowing shirts, bright flowers, a few palm trees. My second favorite find was a cream and black vintage Chanel inspired sweater which would match everything in an ironic kind of way. I broke down and got on the chambray bandwagon because the color and price was just right.
The accessory section lured me in, but I practiced extreme self control and only purchased two hair adornments which I fully intend to wear. Probably.
I'm fully prepared for travel. And now, we wait.
|I managed to buy a fully interchangeable, layer-able vacation wardrobe for the first time ever.|