Addiction

Today I did something that I knew was terribly dangerous, tempting and potentially ruining. And I did it anyway. I knew from my girlfriend that it could be the end of healthy economy, maybe the reason for lying about my consumption and definately the most satisfying experience for some time. 
I went to a store that has the most becoming, wonderfully vintage-ish and beautifully patterned dresses. For a pear shape like ours (my friend and I) these dresses were all the perfect fit. I have never tried on so many dresses that were all PERFECT for me. I had my beau get mne dresses in all models from the racks and I tried on and on, swirled around in front of the mirrors, giggled mutely at my raving beauty and finally finally chose one to be my new best friend. As they all cost 699 danish kroner (£80) and all fit me without any exception - they could really be my downfall. I have to have more.
 I am hooked. I only live for my next 699,- for my next fix of dress. I can taste the floral printed, polka dotted, sailor-anker accessoried 100% cotton in my mouth. I just have to have to have them all. I am sooooooo Addicted. So adicted that I wont tell any of you where I got it, haha. Unless of course you will be very sweet and promise to buy it in my size and let me borrow it. Ida, if I whisper Trollied Dolly will you kill me???


But I will of course dress up, take a thousand pictures and let you see me in my spectacular new cream coloured red polka dotted, fitted dress with a cute 60's Twiggy collar. Just have to shower first 'cause sunscrean, 18 months-old children and a sandbox kind of sabotages the perfect vintage housewife look.