own a wardrobe of Anthropologie clothing

I fell in love with a blouse today.

I’m not quite sure if it’s entirely possibly, but it’s so unpredictably satisfying and so scrumptiously agreeable, I simply can’t help it.

For a blouse is not a boy. And I must say, although falling in love with a boy does have its perks, the downfalls of a seemingly disagreeable situation are just too many. So, I choose the blouse.

And come on, how could you not…