While perusing the H&M clearance rack a fluffy pink jacket caught my eye. My little sister expressed that it "looked like the easter bunny threw up", and I begrudgingly moved on.
Unfortunately, I am the type who dwells on an article of clothing, and if I don't buy it initially, I will likely go back for it.
The pink jacket danced through my mind-- I went back for it the next day.
My friend lives in NYC, and I hadn't seen her apartment since she moved in. Last night I went to visit her and we galavanted in Gramercy. While introducing myself to her friends and others, I did not apologize for my 'rasp, I embraced it and pretended it was my all-the-time voice.
Tank-J. Crew (Thanks, Olivia!)