I went shopping with one of my roommates (Julia--this is her
blog, nothing on it, as of yet, but it's going to be make-up oriented) today and, over lunch, we discussed the possibility of taking a trip to Paris this winter.
When I tell you I love Paris, France, the French, the language...I really,
really do. Many times, I just wish I had been born French.
Malheureusement, I was not. Instead, I admire and lust for that
je ne sais quoi from afar.
I've actually been to Paris, before--I was there for a week, doing tours and such with my mother, grandmother, and cousin--but that was in 4th grade and my memories of that beautiful place have worn thin. (Some things I remember: my mom buying Hypnotic Poison from a Parisian
parfumerie; eating a chicken breast and french fries
every night, because I was young and my palette was grossly under-developed; taking a nighttime boat ride on the Seine and watching a ghostly-looking Notre Dame cathedral float out of the fog, as well as a glittering, majestic Tour Eiffel.) Plus, I wasn't into fashion, back then, so I can do some
serious browsing/shopping/lusting.
A cause de ca, today may have been my last opportunity to shop, before I start saving up for this trip! I feel very strongly about taking this trip--I have been
dying to return to Paris for years, now--and I need to show my mom that I am serious (a.k.a. that I am willing to pay for all, if not most, of it).
Today's purchases:
- CVS: Maybelline FIT me! concealer in sand; nail polish remover
- Sephora: stila stay all day waterproof liquid eye liner; Sephora brand daily makeup brush cleaner
- Urban Outfitters: Sparkle & Fade/Kimchi Blue lace underwear (awkward moment: I was being rung up by a guy)
- H&M: belt (for my ZARA pants!); L.O.G.G. wool sweater (fisherman-esque!)
Before I left for Newbury St./Prudential Center, I decided to gather up the ZARA boots that I wanted to return, as well as the receipt, so that I could return them.
WELL
Guess who threw out her receipt with the bag?
I am a dumbass, I know. The poor shoes are just sitting in the corner of my room, behind the door (out of sight, out of mind), because I don't know what to do with them! I might take them to one of the secondhand stores on Newbury, but I might also try and take them back
sans receipt/price tag (I read online that they still accept this, but I am
highly skeptical).
Oh, well.
I have to send my mother my list for birthday/Christmas presents (I may stop shopping, from now on, but that doesn't mean others can't shop for me!) very soon, as my birthday is looming on the horizon--I can't believe I'm going to be 19, soon!!!
I don't want to grow up! haha :]
Bonne nuit!
