We drove down the hill and the instant my eyes saw the red bulls eye, my heart calmed a bit. The smell of Target's shiny clean floors flooded my nose with poisonous cleaners. I smiled as I passed by the micro food court as people stuffed their faces with hot dogs and less than gourmet pizzas. Oh the gluttony! It was magic. Right across from the food was the women's clothing. My home Target does not have good business sense because why would you put swimsuits and bikinis next to the food court. I wouldn't want to eat anything if I'm forced to face posters of girls romping in water.
To the clothes I went. And I actually remembered this time that a new Go International Collection was out: Richard Chai. A skipped around the small area like a hippy on mushrooms in a grassy field. I laughed with laughter and frolicked without care. I have to say I was pretty impressed with the collection. It looked nicely made and most pieces had wonderful details. There were many well-tailored pieces. They excited me. My eyes were already transforming into a green lust filled color. They were taunting me and clearly taking advantage of my current fashion slump state. If only I were made of Benjamins.
I took a handful into my hands and off to the dressing room I went. I really do hate how stores limit it to 6. If I were ruler of the world, master of the universe, I would change it. And make it 7. Take that.
Never have I bought anything from the Target Go Collections when they are not on sale. All my finds usually end up in the 75% off rack, so not expecting anything and just for the fun of it, I went to try things on. In many experiences, the collections always disappoint when I actually try them on.
I brought my new camera with me hidden in my new panda bag. From now on I shall bring my camera with me everywhere I go.
My mom really liked dress cinque on me and so did I. But was I really prepared to spend $40? I held the dress in my hands around Target for another half hour as we browsed the clearance racks and I picked up two super comfy t-shirts and a jacket. The dress was still in my hands. I kept debating. I must seriously be the most indecisive person on the Earth.
As we headed towards the checkout, the dress was still in my hands. I placed it onto those plastic black slidey thingies (what are those called?). I felt guilty that I was spending money, or my mom's money. That is the story of my life, guilt. I don't know why but whatever I do, there is always a sense of guilt. Okay, enough emo-rambling. So I bought it.
My first ever Target Collection piece not from the clearance rack. Is this a step up or step down? I walked out Target with a plastered grin and my stomach aching for food. Retail therapy sure does work. For some great reviews on the Richard Chai collection check out Fashion Trend Guide.
And notice my use of Italian numbers baby. I'm practicing and that's all I seem to remember. Less than a month away!
Oh yeah, one more day left!