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.) ┬áIt’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.)