Oh. Yeah.
Age 2:
My mom buys clothes, I wear them. The end.
Age 5:
My mom buys clothes, I wear them backwards because I think they look better that way.
Age 8:
My mom buys clothes, I wear them out in a month because I'm a tom-boy.
Age 10:
Shopping takes too long. My feet hurt. I'm hungry. When are we leaving? Can we go look at the toys?
Age 11:
I hate everything pink or remotely girly; other than that, I don't care.
Age 12:
I want the most expensive, sexiest clothes out there. I am told no.
Age 13:
See this black sweatshirt? I love this black sweatshirt. I'm gonna be buried in this black sweatshirt. I want to marry this black sweatshirt.
Age 14:
What's everyone else wearing? Okay, buy me a knock-off of that and let's go home, PLEASE.
Age 15:
>my mom doesn't buy me clothes because I "don't take care of the ones I have," AKA leave them in the floor of my room<
Age 16:
Ugh, let's go home--oh, hey. That's kind of cute. I would actually wear that. And I bet it would look good with that... It does. And with that belt... Oh my gosh. This is SO MUCH FREAKING FUN :O
Age 17:
I like shopping :3
Yep, as you read this, I'm probably having a lot of fun trying on dresses that look revolting on the hanger but end up looking good on a body. You can probably expect pictures. Au revoir!
~Stephanie
*shakes head* That pretty much describes my life!!!
ReplyDeleteHave fun dress shopping....can't wait to see pictures!!!
Geez Steph, wait till you have a credit card. It's sinful and criminal. :D
ReplyDeleteoooh pictures. exciting =)
ReplyDeleteLily: XD Once again, glad I'm not alone.
ReplyDeletePsycho: Haha >:D I bet.
sweet pea: Coming soon to a blog near you...
~Stephanie
God I wish I could be excited about shopping! I just don't like spending money. Strangely, I feel guilty when I do. I'm weird aren't I? haha.
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