The next surprising dilemma of being in your 20’s? Knowing which part of a department store to shop in. I spent like 2 hours today scouring random megashops for a dress to wear to my friend’s wedding and left feeling left out, and hating shopping and my weirdly long body. I’ve now entered the world of being somewhere between Juniors (skank prom) and Misses (frumpy and apparently, everyone’s large).
Also, a conversation with my sister:
Me (looking at dresses online): Dude, look at how awesome this one is. It’s a Diane Von Furstenburg.
Vanessa: Meh. Not my style. Where do you get that, Target?
