There’s something both therapeutic and frustrating about window shopping. The whir of capitalism provides a nicely numbing hum to my mindless meanderings around the mall, making it all too easy to succumb to the pleasure of instant gratification and self-medicate through the joys of consumption.
Because the world is such a cruel place, and everything is just so pretty.
I saw this in Bayo a few days ago. I actually had enough cash on me to get it, but it took all my self-control and sense of practicality not to do so. I’ve kept an eye out for a swimsuit just like this for a while now. It’s a classic look. The cut of the top
and the fact that it came with padding is flattering to my figure or lack thereof, and I’m a sucker for anything that can be a literary allusion. This would go so well with plaited hair and heart-shaped sunglasses, if you know what I mean. The only reason why I didn’t get this, and this is the absolute deal-breaker for most cute suits I encounter, is because of the bottom; I’m partial towards boy shorts for bikini bottoms, because I have teenage stretch marks. They’re probably from when I lost (most of) my baby fat, and I’m told they’re normal, but that still doesn’t stop me from being conscious about them. Oh, the woes of being womanly.
Then, I saw this in Mango. Gorgeous! I haven’t owned or worn anything of the sort in a while. The photo shows the sleeves scrunched up, but they’re of standard length. A leather jacket at what I find to be an exorbitant price in a tropical country approaching its summer season is definitely a hard sell, but that didn’t stop me from ogling like I had intentions for it. My brain was already generating justifications for the impractical purchase when I decided it would be best to just walk away. I didn’t have that much money on me, but I did have a credit card that needed breaking in. Crazy, crazy, crazy. My only consolation is the possibility of traveling to an Asian shopping destination sometime over the summer, so it’s best to be prudent about purchases now. But until then… Never mind, I’ll find someone like you-ooh.
I don’t know what to do with myself.