That is what Next called the skirt I bought today in the sales.
I don't know what to make of that.
Also, also, also! I bought so many books. I was skipping around Waterstones picking up anything I fancied because I had vouchers. Vouchers! If you don't hear from me in a while it is because I will have overdosed on literature. It's the best kind of overdose.
Later for you drugs.
But sadly while they had so many Joyce books (at least 4 different publications of Ulysses-not needed!) they had no Finnegans Wake and I've been wanting to read that ever since I found out that the first line really is that crazy and wasn't just Sylvia Plath being mad. Fret not as I still have vouchers remaining. Vouchers!
Shopping reduces me to my most basic state. This is Catherine, girlified. It is not pretty.
Unlike my skirt!
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