The drive to the mall was doubled by frenzied holiday traffic and the stores were packed with people who felt out of place, clearly shopping in stores they never go to for someone other than themselves.
Hair. Or lack there of.
It's all really wonderful in a commercial, Capitalistic, materialistic kind of way. Something about the St. John's Town Center feels safe. Like the hefty bosom of America. SHOPPING.
After the mall we went to Garden Ridge for a few possible gift ideas, found NOTHING we could or would use and were thoroughly creeped out. That place... We spent the next hour thinking up catch phrases for the franchise. Garden Ridge: All The Creepy Stuff You Will Never Need was my personal favorite. Garden Ridge: Right Next Door To Coco Beauty Supply was another great one.
Wearing J. Brand high-waisted, wide leg jeans, royal blue silk top from Urban Outfitters, tie-dye cuff from Quarter Moon in Tallahassee, striped scarf from Barcelona, and vintage turquoise ankle boots from Beacon's in Brooklyn.
We found, or rather they were impossible to miss, these gawdy and gigantic suits of armor. I mean, seriously. What in the world would you do with that?!
That, somehow, was not even the weirdest thing we saw in the Garden Ridge: You Stopped Caring and So Did We.
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