premature distribution

knowing full well that target's new go international new next now collection was debuting today, i decided to make a stop at the chain bright and early this morning when most normal people are sleeping off hangovers. i wore the following: (simple, i know, but show me the woman who gets decked out for target and i'll show you a woman with waaay to much time on her hands...and possibly a complex)

t, american apparel; cutoffs, modified old navy shorts; aviators, f21; sandals, nine west

i had already preshopped the online sight and knew pretty much which pieces i wanted to try on. two of which, being the skirts below.

when i arrived, however, it was apparent that the stock had been prematurely set out and consequently depleted. no skirts in sight. a fan of the patterns, but not of the dresses that the collection fashioned from them, i had visions of combining like-patterned tops and skirts to create the silhouttes that i was after; difficult to do without the skirts. (incidently there were no dresses present on the racks either).

i did try on the tops though, with limited success. genuinely pleased with the navy floral top, i chose, partly b/c the skirt was not present to complete the look, but mostly out of spite, not to purchase anything.
note: sorry the pictures are so blurry, i always feel awkward about snapping away in a dressing room (although i'm sure the attendant was too engrossed with her phone conversation assuring a customer of the stock status of a new wii game to notice). let's call it arty and move on...



not wanting to make it an entirely wasted trip i wandered into the entertainment section (never a good financial decision) and on through the beauty department.

i ended up picking up a couple of new nail colors, a badly needed mascara replacement and a couple of dvds. i adore paris, je t'aime (minus that bizarre vampire vignette featuring elijah wood) and figured it was time i stop wasting rental dollars and actually buy it. the gus van sant piece is my fave! i also hovered around the book department for an exceptionally long time having an inner battle with myself over whether or not to purchase the sex and the city: the movie book. my pragmatic side finally won out, arguing that my birthday was about a month away and i could probably, on such an occasion, con someone into buying it for me.