Dear, sweet Anthropologie sale room…
Look at you, you stunning masterpiece. You artful display of organized chaos. You perfectly imperfect pile of silk, linen, and porcelain. Oh, how you taunt me so.
From your embroidered details to your luscious linings, no detail in this room is overlooked. Even the fixtures that lift your triple-marked-down blouses and bottoms off of the floor and into the air are exquisite. Is this part of the store, or is this item for sale? Is this decorative or is it functional? Is this broken or is it intentional? In the Anthro sale room, we can never be certain.
And the pockets! Sweet lord of the sales, the pockets! From tops to jackets to skirts to shorts to dresses, I could go on about the ample pockets for days. Oh, imagine how many trinkets I could accidentally leave inside those pockets before ignoring the ‘dry clean only’ label and putting them into my washing machine. I swoon.
You, loving Anthro sale room, are a coy mistress. You’re a sly, sly temptress who flirts with my bank account. You leave me both ecstatic and slightly panicked after every encounter. We may not have money to go out tonight after all, but I’ll look amazing while we sit in the house eating ramen, thanks to you, dear sweet Anthro sale room.
Currently wearing… Evelina Peplum Tank, Anthroplogie [HERE on sale!] | Monaco Station Necklace c/o Collections by Joya [HERE] | Barbados Pearl Earrings c/o Collections by Joya [HERE] | Bayou Bracelet c/o Collections by Joya [HERE] | Purse c/o LeSportsac [SEEN HERE] | Booties c/o Naturalizer [HERE] | Shorts c/o hazel2blue [SEEN HERE]
I wait with bated breath for your next email.
Your Forever Fangirl