on sunny afternoons, if i get out of work early, i head over to one of my favorite places in the world, Anthropologie. it's the quiet, woodsy, beautiful sanctuary i crave after the sterile, glaring chaos of work.
i love ducking into the dressing room with my name on the door (they spell it correctly, too) and modelling as many outfits as i can without being rude to the poor sales associates. when i hear the polite strain in their voices asking if i'm okay STILL, or i'm the very very last person in the store, i know it's time to pack it up.
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