Does anyone else ever do that thing where they get ratted, go home and bid for stuff on eBay? C’mon, admit to it. Once I very nearly ended up spending an entire semester’s living expenses on a boar skin rug (it was a very funny inside joke with my housemates. It probably would have been less funny had I not been outbid at the last minute). When I can’t be arsed to leave the house eBay is my spiritual home for cheap, questionable clothing. My favourite.
I found Dot (name’s obvious this time) at 3am earlier this year, and apparently she cost me £2.61. She’s definitely not a naturally sourced material and I can’t tell where she’s from. Probably an alien or something. Quite a pretty one at that, though. I like how her sleeves fall just short of my wrists so she’s good at not getting in the way. Sterling lass.
Last weekend when I was pretty much on bedrest (don’t even ask. It’s safe to say this week’s style will be ‘clothes wot work with a 48hr heart monitor’) I went on eBay in the heat of a wild madness. A few days later, Donna came through my letter box. I LOVE her. She’s originally a Debenhams Classics jacket, but now she’s ALL MINE. She’s a bit big but I quite like fact that I can wear ten jumpers under her so I don’t freeze my nips off whilst waiting for the train. Donna’s got mad pockets too, and the female Mark Corrigan loves a pocket she can fit everything in, so we’re all winners round here. She cost me £6.04 which is less than my lunch cost today (have no fear. It’s being paid for by work otherwise I’d be on gruel).
LOOK AT THOSE BUTTONS. AND THOSE LAPELS. I’m a bit worried about the amount of passion I’m developing for some of these laydees. I’m a very lonely person.
I’ve got more flattering pictures of Donna, promise. She’ll definitely crop up some other time because she’s my new staple, but I’m running on 3 hours of sleep and the lighting’s crap because I come home in the daaAAaaaAaaaaAark now it’s winter. Ooh, and there’s Dot all on her own, holding the fort up. I’ve teamed her up with a necklace I got at a big jumble sale (I’ll do a jewellery post at some point, promise) and jeggings because they were at the top of the pile and I couldn’t be bothered to find anything else to wear. One side of my hair’s got a mind of its own today. If this quiff gets any bigger they’ll put me in One Direction.
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