I know. Believe me, I know. But I didn't have this exact shade. The wrong has been righted.
If there is anything black, white, or classic hounds tooth, we seek after these things.
Sheets. Or material for a nightgown. Depends.
Vintage apron that I didn't even have to make! My bread will taste so much better with the 1950's hairdo that I shall sport in order to wear this.
Marshalls department store has arrived in Utah, dear friends. It is a glorious day. A glorious day, indeed. I did my best to give them a fat elbowed welcome, and they in return gave me a dent in my wallet. But I forgive them, because where much is given, much is required—words to shop by, as well as a sound gospel principle.
I asked on Facebook whether or not you can feel the spirit in a department store. The answer is a RESOUNDING YES...if you're as righteous as me. If you haven't ever felt the spirit, well, clearly you're a sinner.
And a bad shopper.
And I feel sorry for you...
...and your posterity.
Might need to baptize you myself.