photo credits: Columbine Smile at LFW
To start of this new section, I present to the now infamous Acne pop trash jeans. They are obligatorily sold out and unattainable. Of course, I had my chance and snubbed it. How will I know I really want to play with something unless everyone else has it and I can't? (Only child syndrome?) But really, my logical brain screamed at me as my mouse hovered over the check out button; almost as if it knows that the one thing between me and those jeans are the lack of overly friendly and fun shop assistants.
I trawled the worldwide net to try and find one last pair. I found a bunch of obscene stores, some intense acne medication and more DIY posts than you can shake a metallic pink Wang heel at. But the sartorial gods heard my cry and decided that I deserved it for listening to my logical self- that skinny jean clothed bitch in comfortable heels.
Please don't even remind me that it also came in the form of an A-Line skirt and jacket and subsequently sold out.
Now repeat after me: I sincerely swear that should this ever occur again, I shall have my left hand wielding a credit card and my right hand steady over the check out button.