It felt like a dream. I was stuck in the mall shortly before it opened, with a big fat happy wallet exploding with roughly 700 shekels within a nude leather studded Zara bag buckle away. It was lovely. Then it turned into a nightmare.
After my sister abandoned me in favor of vitamins and hitching rides, I naively wandered into the stores I mainly go into with a stupidly giddy grin: H&M, Zara, TwentyFourSeven (doesn't that remind you of obnoxious word games from 2nd grade)?, Mango. And then I wandered into them another time. And another time. And another time. To not bore you with delightfully unentertaining mall travels, I went into these stores and at least 15 other stores whose names aren't chic and foreign enough to be mentioned at a minimum of literally 8 times. 8 times. And I started a sentence with a number. And I repeated repetition once again.
Once (or twice for that matter) of repeatedly cavilirally (is that even a word?) entering H&M I spotted a beige knit dress in a section which I had never gone in before. What I really wanted was something to feed my Stevie Nicks vibes, but life is hard for a girl who likes oversize. So I bought it. Later when I walked in for another time, I saw a sleeved black lace minidress and it was gorgeous and my size. But it was in the last season's section so if I wanted a different size I couldn't get it and 1/3 more expensive than the dress that I bought before, so I didn't even try it on.
After I went home all happy and famished, I checked the knit dress and I found out that I bought it in THE MATERNITY SECTION IN XL........so.......humiliating.......
So what is your verdict about the dress that I got? Should I return it or not? You decide. (haha I can't believe I said that so corny).