Like all twenty-first century women (and men), I find personal victories every time I see something which is "right for me" (as the very clichéd saying goes) and feel like I've just inhaled a rainbow. The world is suddenly filled with the sense of joy and wonder which somehow hadn't existed merely ten seconds ago and nothing could get better.
That is, of course, until you find out that your dream purchase is somewhat faulty in your perfect little ideal. For example, I had been in TK Maxx only recently and discordered a Wonderbra which had been reduced to merely 50p. You read that right, it was a 50p Wonderbra lucking in the Clearance section. I honestly had no idea why it hadn't disappeared long before I swiped it up. Then I found out why. I'll fully explain the story when I get to my entry about the "ups" and pitfalls of Wonderbra (or any bra manufacturer in general).
Ohhh yes, that's right reader. You're going to read a blog which consists of me reviewing (I mean "bitching about") products and all other tangible examples of modern day capitalism. Money can only get you so far.
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