20.2.09
COS
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I had to go down to London for business (I know, how terrible). And had the chance to see a bit of urban civilization. And, in a glorious epiphany, I found myself walking into COS (the grown-up sophisticated younger sister of H&M). It was like "this could happily be my wardrobe", the whole two floors (I could always donate the men's range to Mr. M.).
I got myself a ring (which reminds me a lot of this Bona Drag Flair one, isn't this jewellery lovely?) and a T-shirt (too many years of student savings to go and blow it with dresses, and jackets, and the whole lot). They are so absolutely fabulous, and I feel so grown-up with them.
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