One Thursday, the evil spawn, also known as my roommate, guilted me into escorting her through the overpass. Destination? the land of temptation: Arden Fair Mall. I agreed only upon the condition that we stroll by the pleasingly graceful and stylish "Hot Dog On A Stick" (only for the fries). With the conditions set clear, we blasted through five music performances provided by her teal IPod and On-the-Go playlist to soon arrive THERE. I couldn't bare! all the retail stores were brandishing their 2008 Spring Collections: the cuts, the styles, the washes! Taking into account that I had spend the last five month in mere destitute, I couldn't dare make useless acquisitions of property; it didn't matter how beautiful the conspicuous demonstration of indigo stone-wash jeans were. Instead, I jotted down the waxed surface overlooking my pace- lifting and setting down each foot in turn.
In all the commotion, I had omitted that I was only there for means of approval for the perfect dress. I mean you don't buy a skirt without asking your friends first if it looks good on you. Attempt after attempt of the limited selection, we finally stumbled across the as you call it, "perfect little black dress." It really was perfect, elegant and sexy, my roommate looked like she belonged on a tuxedo.....as a bow tie of course. Meanwhile, I was browsing through the shoe section catching glimpses of myself on every other mirror in that department when there it was....Steve Maddens' Spring Collection of Strappy Wedged Sandals. Saffron, Charcoal, Olive, but the pair I adored where a checky Caroline Madras size eight please! The fit was perfect. Once again "I was only there for means of approval...check!" but I couldn't stop thinking about them, what I could wear to match them, where I could wear them to, the compliments I would get. I was obsessing and it was mid afternoon! So I did what every other obsessing gal would do. . gave into temptation.
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