So, I've been reading all the fabulous books I picked up when I was in Massachusetts. The one I'm currently perusing,
Consuming Splendor, is a fascinating study of English spending habits in the 17th century. One of the first indoor shopping malls, the New Exchange (the Royal Exchange opened first, but was also a business center, unlike the New
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it does however make them a tad easier to see at night.
frankly the only way i can see most of the people walking the streets in this neighborhood after dark is from the rhinestones, the glow in the dark designer labels, and the light colored undies peeking out from above the drooping black pants.
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*laughs right out of her chair*
*wipes a tear from her eye*
I did find in my recent trip to expensive shops in New York that 'distressed to the point of utter fragility' is in. Apparently, one shouldn't spend $200 on a t-shirt unless it is guaranteed to fall apart after one wear.
A friend told me enthusiastically about these jeans that some person of minor-celebrity status got that were actual jeans worn since the 60s... and I'm like... um... My dad has a few of those in his closet, can I sell 'em to the very rich at exorbitant prices? Oh, no, THESE jeans were worn by a Somebody. :P
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I'm reminded of the time I was on jury duty, standing in the courthouse lobby. A woman (who was probably about my age/younger, but undoubtedly whose grandchildren were about to present her with great-grandchildren) in the lobby was wearing acid-wash jeans, a jacket that had 'Tommy Hilfiger' on every possible surface, and a very elaborate manicure. I bet another juror that she was probably a member of a defendant's family. Bingo. Thirty seconds of eavesdropping proved me right. (A felony assault, no less.)
I don't get it. If there's a name on my clothes, it had better be my own. And if your manicure gets into the room before you do...
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I hope to have my copy very soon. :-)
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