Mini Rant - Mall Shopping

I recently went to the mall to get more winter clothing, and it was a big disappointment. Honestly, I don't buy a large amount of clothing at the mall. I feel like stores that sell designer brands for sell, are better when you're buying more than one piece. Nevertheless, I went to the mall about a week ago to find some winter essentials. I was very disappointed, all I left with were two pairs of jeans. I've recently lost a substantial amount of weight, and I was excited to buy new clothes that would compliment my smaller self.

I went to all the stores that are usually a starting point for everyone: Macy's, H&M, Forever 21, and JCPenney. After being in the hot, humid Macy's for about an hour and a half I got frustrated. Here was the biggest department store in the whole United States, and I couldn't find anything. It wasn't even a matter of my size; I searched through the clothing in all the various sizes, and everything looked so drab and lifeless. There was barely anything with structure, and the material was just disheartening. After looking for a while, I left Macy's with two very nice pairs of Jeans; Everyone needs jeans in their wardrobe. But, what are you going to pair jeans with when you have no tops?

I didn't have better luck in any one the stores listed above. But, the store that disappointed me the most is, H&M. I mean, that's always my go to place, but that day, everything looked like pieces of rags. I tried to find something that could be versatile but that was a failure. I know, nowadays, a lot of people like online shopping, but I like the physical shopping experience. I like slipping on the clothes, feeling the fabric on my skin, and my feet crying in agony after a long day of browsing. There's that missing component in online shopping.

I think I'm going to stick to stores like Marshalls and outlets from now on. Marshalls is especially good for finding nice pieces for a good price. When I think of it, the clothing offered in Marshalls is way better than the selection I see in the mall. I think, as of late, the mall is just a lot of hype and is used as a marketing ploy, rather than a place where you can actually shop.

Exposed Zipper

I'm looking through past outfits I've worn, and I noticed I never posted this. I wore this in the summer, and I really enjoyed it. It was nice and sexy. I loved the exposed zipper and the nice kind of tribal designs. It had that kind of rustic look, but yet very feminine. I paired it with a pair of black studded flats. I'm wearing no make-up here, it was beyond hot, and make up and heat doesn't mix too well.

Summertime

I miss you with a fierceness that cannot be explained. I miss having conversations for a whole day. I miss getting a couple hours of sleep between 1-3 a.m., seeing his text message(s) and texting him to see if he was still up, and then going back to sleep stubbornly. I miss waking up for work at 6:45 a.m. and having all the energy in the world. I miss older women asking me for fashion advice in the skinny jeans section of the store. I miss smiling all the time and having people ask about me because of it. I miss chillin’ on my roof for hours, eyes low, the sun burning my skin, and sweat forming at the crease where my arm meets my forearm. I miss the sun illuminating my legs for the first time; finding beauty marks I never knew existed. I miss meeting new people. I miss lunches at P. F. Chang’s with my homegirl. I miss having conversations with her where I would trade breasts with her in return for some “Ms Fat Booty” ass. I miss going for jogs in the historic neighborhood. I miss feeling the beat of music pulsating through my temples. I miss being in Jamaica and talking to all the people I grew up with. I miss the trees, air, food, attitude, beaches, weed tea, beauty, and most of all, my family.

Dear Summer, you were so good to me. I feel like I haven’t properly addressed you yet. I miss you because it was the first time my mental age was reflected through my physical self. I learned that it was okay to get into some shenanigans. It was the first time I truly lived. I pushed buttons, and almost crossed the line, but I won’t take any of it back because that’s when I was happiest. And now, it’s cold. December winds and rain don’t conjure up the same sentiments I had for you, Summer. And I’m left asking myself: Am I the only one who feels this way? Your ultraviolet rays did something to me.

Dear Summer, I miss you, you’re coming back, right?