Today I'm going to do something that I think I may have done a total of three times in my entire life...I'm returning an item of clothing which I purchased last week. Now, I know that people return virtually everything nowadays and that I may be the only person on the planet who considers this a big deal but I've always felt that, as the consumer, I had an obligation to keep my part of the deal. If something was damaged, I'd return it...if I simply changed my mind, I was stuck with it and would hopefully learn my lesson. Until, that is, I met my nemesis...in the shape of a seventies-esque, yellow and brown, pinafore-ish dress from H&M. Why I bought it, I have no clue...I have a vague idea I was thinking ironic...but I ended up with ugly...terribly, terribly, ugly.

I'm mad at myself...but less mad than I'd be if I tried to bury it in the back of the closet...and attempted to banish it from my subconscious...and so, return #4 will take place a little later today.