Do you ever do what I do? I walk into Anthropologie, all cool and collected, and peruse through the items in the front of the store. I'm fully aware that they cost more than any normal person should spend on such things, but I pretend that it doesn't phase me. I pick up a dress or two off the display and stop in the clearance room to pick up some more affordable (but still too expensive) items, then saunter over to the dressing room.
This is where the trouble begins.
You try on the clearance items, and they all fit strangely, puckering in weird places and are just plain unattractive. Then, you dare to try on the dresses from the front of the store. They're neatly hung on their wooden hangers, fluttering their eyelashes at you, beckoning you to just try them on, to wear their gorgeous threads only for a minute and be the girl with the beautiful, expensive dress on. It's like slipping into a warm bubble bath. Soft, comfortable, and just the right temperature.
Well, this is my "bubble bath" dress. Tell me you have one, too?