Obviously, this means I've been online shopping for summer clothes.
I've been trying to explore new shopping frontiers and break out of my fashion rut. While always serviceable, my Gap t-shirt and 8-year-old skirt combo is going to fail me at some point. I recognize that I need to possibly consider maybe trying some different fashions. Or anything that's fashionable at all. I should definitely get outfits that can't be described as "serviceable."
So, I'm trying to branch out. And I know a 38-year-old woman should know better than to peruse Forever 21. But I did. But I didn't find anything for myself. But I did find some things my friends would love.
Yes. Thank you for being a friend, Rose, Blanche, Dorothy, and Sophia.
Traveling down the road and back again, I discovered that while Forever 21 caters to the fake-ID crowd, it also offers styles eerily reminiscent of 1989 Miami.
Just try to tell me that Rose Nylund wouldn't love this sweatshirt.
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Sure, the model is clearly embarrassed. But Rose would totally wear this to the Senior Center Rodeo Night! |
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Seriously - these shoes are orthopedic numbers that even Sophia would abhor. |
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Let us be clear: Dorothy would tell this girl she looked like a Tijuana tramp. But the cardigan? Well ... |
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I'm pretty sure this is the only appropriate attire for "accidentally" setting fire to Shady Pines. |
Sometimes, it's just easier to shop for other people.
Images courtesy of forever21.com and fanpop.com.
4 comments:
Have you considered being a personal shopper???? Cha Cha - you have a real gift.
It is hard to find clothes for adults, but try actually having a tween and needing to choose things from stores like that! The selection at most of the stores for juniors is jaw-dropping awful!
My own personal shopping requirements are just that the clothes be comfortable :-)
Cracking up here -- and missing those Golden Girls.
I've embraced my middle age (granted, I've got a decade on you) and shop at Dress Barn.
Those are some disturbingly UGLY clothes!
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