Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Self Control

I headed through Puerta del Sol on my way home from the studio today. My excuse was that I was out of hazelnuts and V8, and the grocery store at El Corte Ingles is the only place I can get V8. In reality though, I think I knew I needed to do a little shopping. Been a while, no idea what's out there. The stores have such a fast turnover rate here. So I went from Oysho to Bershka (two store names I'm convinced no spaniard can actually say, not with all the letters at least) Pull and Bear (what does it mean? Do you think the people who named it spoke english?) to Zara to Top Shop to Sfera to H&M and then, as promised, to Corte Ingles for my V8. I don't know how long it took, but I'll admit it, it took a while. I tried on lots of stuff. I have to confess I was tempted by these at Top Shop:

The denim shirt was super soft and more faded looking in person, and also extremely large, as in, supposed to be. The so-called Harem Pants, well, what can I say. I know, shalvar. I wore 'em in high school and people laughed at me. I defended my turkish peasant pants and they said they were MC Hammer pants. And now I live in a country where, inexplicably, everyone wears them, and have been for years, not just in the recent drop-crotch explosion. I find it hard to be objective. But I tried these on, and what can I say, so soft, so comfy, such a nice drape to them... But no, I didn't purchase.

I also found a really nice basic tank top at Zara, knit linen, comes in a solid army green and a gorgeous melon color. I'm still toying with the idea of going back for that. Er - those.

So what did I buy, you ask? After all those hours of browsing and trying on? Here you have it, my big haul for the day. I spent about 10 euros. Money well spent I think.

A tiny black braided headband, a pair of small cream colored flowers on bobby pins, and a 3-pack of little footie socks to hide inside my new sneaks. (That doesn't really count as talking about my new shoes, does it?)


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