I don't think I've got the hang of retail therapy. Meg and I go out shopping for something specific, don't find it, keep hunting till we're both tired and crabby, either don't buy anything or, worse, get something necessary and boring like canned tomatoes -- and then we come home all cranky.
I live in Leesburg. We have an outlet mall. There are even helpful and sensible sales associates at their shoe stores. So how can there be no shoes at the outlet mall?? Truly, a mystery of life. I think my real problem is that my fashion consultant lives a third of the continent away, and I need to wait and go shopping with her. Love ya, sis.
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Haha, well, likewise! Can't wait to see you in a few weeks and then we will SHOP! <3
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