not neiman marcus
As I was poking around my local Anthropologie last week, I sidled up next to a girl wearing a yellow cami-grey skinny jean ensemble, finished off with a pair of impossibly chic printed flats. Because she dangled a Neiman’s bag from her finger, I assumed the shoes were too spendy for my feet, and let her go without as much as a compliment. After I got home, some internet sleuthing revealed that her shoes were from Target. So I salute you, unnamed shopping buddy with great taste: you’re not only chic but cheap, a girl after my own heart.
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