nudey rudey
So. After swearing off retail therapy forever whilst approaching the 'pay here' sign in Camden treasure trove slash charity shop TRAID, look who was awaiting me. I glanced around, desperado for someone to stop me, to remind me of money's inability to grow on trees but no. I was blissfully uninterrupted. £3.49. Hmm. Things I could buy for £3.49...a cheap and cheerful lippy, lunch, dinner at a stretch. Na. I'm pretty sure my little Italian friend will bring me more happiness. Especially as I have got into the habit of leaving my prettiest possessions dotted around my room for my own personal enjoyment/reminder that I don't need anything. Repeat to self; I DON'T NEED ANYTHING.
Better luck next time.
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but... but it's so preeetty, lunch isnt that pretty. well it depends what you eat. but PRETTY. i love it.
fair point!x
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