I Heart Zara (and stripey tops)
I know this will come as a surprise to no one, but seriously, I love Zara. I mean, look how nicely they pack even a small order:
A box! I love boxes.
And tissue paper!
Tissue paper makes me feel spechul.
And what’s in the box, is the question on no one’s lips?
Why, a stripey sweater, of course!
As you can see, I am age 11 – 12*. Only not really, because that sweater is large enough for Terry to wear, should he so desire. (Note: he doesn’t. Or not that I know of, anyway. Because I am the one who dresses like a fisherman in this house, thankyouverymuch.) It’s sold out online, though, so no stripey sweater for me, sadly, unless my mum can work her magic on it and make it fit.
But I still appreciated the box.
(*Mentally this is about right, though.)