There was an American Girl Doll store at the mall so we went in and then I realized why I wish I had green eyes and consider dying my hair. Felicity was my first American Girl doll and probably my favorite. She was so awesome (saved a horse!) and lived in my state. Little 4th grade me even got to take a field trip to Williamsburg. My wee fangirl heart was happy.
I realized that my final point was ending on a really, really depressing note, which doesn’t fit the poem at all.
Then I had a realization:
Which caused me to write this excitedly:
Also, I’ve decided instrumentals or Munford & Sons make me the most productive, so I listened to Sherlock Holmes and thought of perfect European immigration/“We come to the America for better life.” music:
Through a bra fitting. If you’ve never done it before, grab your girls and head to your nearest Nordstrom and get it done. My friends and I were so surprised by our actual sizes. We tried on so many bras and it was wonderful. They fit! They were really, really cute! The three of us concluded that this was one of the greatest female experiences ever.
Mine is on the left. Rachel bought the top one at Victoria’s Secret (we went there after Nordy’s) and the purple one she got at Nordstrom. Kristin’s adorable bra is not pictured.