*We shall now forever refer to this as "the time I squealed in Anthropologie."
I headed down to Georgetown yesterday morning to let the amazing Lance work some of his magic on my brows (seriously, I can't stop looking at them – they're so perfect!) and decided to head over to Anthropologie. I've been avoiding it for months—because really, I am trying to stick to this no-spend-summer thing and Anthopologie is generally just waaaay too dangerous to venture into--but I'd seen that really cute floral skirt on sale on their website and wanted to see if it was also in the store. (It was – just one, size 10.)
But then I got all distracted, because right there in front of me was a gorgeously colorful Manish Arora dress. On major sale. It was one of the pieces I'd loved way back at India Fashion Week in September 2006—and had actually tried to order from the designer, to no avail—and had kind of given up on ever owning something from that amazing collection. But now, through some benevolence from the fashion gods, I do. And it is perfect.