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despite ranting about how much embroidered stuff there is in new look at the moment, i now own a piece of it, in fact, i was in-store collecting it when i made the observation about all the embroidered stuff. isn't it ironic; don't you think? well, whatever you think, the fact remains that i'm a massive hypocrite who ought to be ashamed of herself, but can't be, because i now own a totally gorgeous embroidered jumper that makes me feel all pretty and ethereal and nothing at all like ashamed when i wear it. so where does that leave us, huh?
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the real fact of the matter is that i've wanted this jumper for ages after seeing it on a few of my fave bloggers, and yet every time i went to buy it, i couldn't justify the almost-thirty quid for it. i've never loved any jumper enough to spend thirty pounds on it, so when i saw it in the sale recently for a measly tenner, i jumped. they didn't have my size, but i thought fuck it i'll wear it oversized and - in the immortal words of tim gunn: make it work. while i was celebrating my excitement at finding this score by perusing the rest of the sale stuff, i was drawn to yet another pair of chelsea boots - this time suedette, and this time, only a fiver. a fiver. they're now sold out, soz about that.
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your loss is my gain because i've gained one pretty swell new springtime outfit for the stupid price of twenty pounds. for this whole look! that i've already worn a bunch of times! god, i forgot what shopping for things you actually like first hand actually feels like; so long depop and insta-sales, i think i've finally got my shopping mojo back! that is.. once all the embroidery leaves the hangers.