On Friday, while malls across the US were ensconced in Black Friday mayhem, my sis-in-law and I hit up the vintage shops in Covent Garden. I very nearly bought an XL blue and yellow plaid men's shirt because it reminded my dad, and stealing his shirts to wear when I was little.
There are certain days
when I just want to throw on
a blue plaid shirt or a white
tank top and call it good.
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