I’m back on the blogging horse.
Every Sunday I go with my friends to have brunch. We used to go to an English pub, but the large numbers of big British men coming and eating all the food, then being noisy and unsociable made us look to go other places. But that’s a story for another day.
This is relevant though, because on the way to our brunch location last week, I happened to see some girls carrying Primark bags. Why was this out of the ordinary, you say? Well, it was a Sunday so shops are usually closed. BUT Primark bags are weaker than I am during a Mario Kart contest – there is no way those bags were that fresh a day later. Primark had to be open.
So, after eating I checked the internet (I lie, someone wonderful who speaks German did it for me) and I found that it was indeed open!!! I rushed over there, seeing as my Saturdays are usually busy and I’ve not had the chance to shop and also OMG Sunday shopping.
I love Primark. I dislike German shops. German fashion is basic and functional and completely non-fun. Primark, an Irish shop, has quirky clothes that, sure, fall apart within a year, but come on! 6 euros for jeans?! 3 euros for t-shirts?! (I always feel bad about the people who make this stuff.. but it’s not like H&M don’t do the whole sweat shop thing too… even expensive places like Topshop are guilty…)
One of my favourite purchases of the day was a pink silk blouse with pink birds on them. Maybe when the office stops being so cold, I will wear it and show you. But today, I’d like to show you the trousers I bought. They are cool because they look like pajama bottoms.
I had thought that maybe with some heals, they might look less pajama-y. But no. They still look like I am a Scouse girl in Tescos on a Saturday morning. But that is why I love them.
I have this friend who wears the brightest and loudest clothes. I really admire her. I tell her I love her skirt and she tells me it’s made from Ikea curtain material. She is wonderful. I have been wanting to channel her attitude towards fashion, and these trousers made me that little closer today. In the station on the way to work, people did glare at my legs (why do they do that?!) But, you know, I don’t care. It’s awesome.
Also, The Guardian says that I am trendy. So there.