When I was a little girl, there were real prices and mom prices. Real prices got you shiny, sparkly things that lasted three weeks, and mom prices got you brown things... that lasted forever.
You notice they were 50 percent off?
Look at...
But when I looked into shop windows, I saw another world.
A dreamy world full of perfect things. A world where grown-up girls got what they wanted. They were beautiful. Like fairies or princesses. They didn't even need any money, they had magic cards. I wanted one. Little did I know... I would end up with twelve.
Rebecca Bloomwood.
Occupation: journalist.
Jacket: Visa.
You notice they were 50 percent off?
Look at...
But when I looked into shop windows, I saw another world.
A dreamy world full of perfect things. A world where grown-up girls got what they wanted. They were beautiful. Like fairies or princesses. They didn't even need any money, they had magic cards. I wanted one. Little did I know... I would end up with twelve.
Rebecca Bloomwood.
Occupation: journalist.
Jacket: Visa.
Dress: AMEX.
Belt: MasterCard.
It's vintage. And I got one percent cash back.
Bag: Gucci!
And worth every penny.
Moving to New York, I met guys.
And that kind of put things in perspective.
'Cause you know that thing, when you see someone cute and he smiles, and your heart kind of goes like warm butter sliding down hot toast?
Well, that's what it's like when I see a store.
Only it's better.
You see, a man will never love you or treat you as well as a store.
If a man doesn't fit, you can't exchange him seven days later for a gorgeous cashmere sweater.
And a store always smells good.
A store can awaken a lust for things you never even knew you needed.
And when your fingers grasp those shiny, new bags...
Oh, yes! Oh, yes!
Oh, no... I spent $900.
Belt: MasterCard.
It's vintage. And I got one percent cash back.
Bag: Gucci!
And worth every penny.
Moving to New York, I met guys.
And that kind of put things in perspective.
'Cause you know that thing, when you see someone cute and he smiles, and your heart kind of goes like warm butter sliding down hot toast?
Well, that's what it's like when I see a store.
Only it's better.
You see, a man will never love you or treat you as well as a store.
If a man doesn't fit, you can't exchange him seven days later for a gorgeous cashmere sweater.
And a store always smells good.
A store can awaken a lust for things you never even knew you needed.
And when your fingers grasp those shiny, new bags...
Oh, yes! Oh, yes!
Oh, no... I spent $900.
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