“You’re not buying anything today you’re not buying anything today don’t even look in the window you’re not buying anything today.”
I repeat this mantra, half silently, half whisper willing myself to walk right by my favorite vintage store. Its convenient location - directly in between my house and one of my favorite writer cafes - is less convenient for my wallet, and I’ve recently placed myself on a bit of a spending freeze.
“You’re not buying anything today you’re not buying anything today don’t even look -”
F*ck. I don’t (even) look in the window, but waving outside the store, pretty much literally catcalling me, is an enormous lion head, printed on a maxi tank dress.
…I’ll just try it on.
We all know how this goes. I try it on. I fall in love. I talk $20 off the price and hand over my credit card. (Thanks for nothing, will power.)
I MEAN JUST LOOK AT IT.
A touch too roomy in the top, my fierce little feline spent a few days with my tailor down the street, and was released just in time to be thrown in my carry-on for my Spain trip.
Without further adieu...his inaugural debut at Park Guell in Barcelona:
I’d be lion if I said I wasn’t in love.