wearing: coat-c/o Oasap, Moto black baxter jeans-Topshop // ripped by me, belt-Moschino, shoes-Sheinside // similar here, scarf-vintage // similar here, socks-Pringle
Incidents happen right? You know when you wake up with all this determination to do the laundry and then, bam, bad luck hits you. Last Monday I had all the good will to play it the pretty/domestic Goddess and clean the flat (aka do the laundry and wash the dishes-kidding I didn't do the last one). George through one of his beloved sweaters on the top of my dirty clothes pile and as a good girl as I am, I promised to wash it.
Two hours later, I had done my hair, had read my favourite fashion blogs and was ready to head to Finnieston for lunch, until the sound of the finished dryer dragged me to the kitchen to find George's beloved sweater shrunk!
I panicked for a while, thought of browsing Topshop to find a similar one and that very moment the phone rang. The conversation followed was like that:
George: Hey, I was thinking of buying you a designer's bag for Christmas..
George: Yeah you know like these you were browsing last night on the internet
Me: Hmm, alright. Do you have anything particular in mind?
George: Yes! How about the Fiu Fiu one you were lusting after the other day?
Me: Are you referring to the blue Miu Miu bag?
George: What did I say?
At that moment I forgot about the shrunk sweater and hold my abs that were hurting as I couldn't stop laughing from what he has just said. That man never fails to amaze me!
P.S: FYI he said nothing about the sweater! That was close -phew-