Sigh. Liberty of London. 5 floors of heaven. I stayed for 2 hours but had a decent plan concocted on how I would live in there forever. It is located in a gorgeous old town house so it is completely possible. Plus there is a candy and chocolate section where I could get my nutrients.
On the first floor, which is actually the zeroth floor in the UK(my mind was blown too), you will find makeup, beauty supplies, shoes, scarves and fancy foods. Kind of a perfect combination of stuff.
Still unclear if this will cause dreams of rainbow ponies or cure my dreams of rainbow ponies. The joke is on them if they think this is something I don't want to dream about!
After signing away your first born child on floor zero, you walk upstairs to floor one, women's clothing. Knowing that even if I used all of my credit cards and sold a good amount of blood I couldn't even afford a scarf on the floor below, I didn't spend much time on the clothing floor. Why make one feel even sadder about their abysmal student budget?
On floor two you will find stationary, paper products and home goods. I am a paper junkie. I can never get enough. So this was a real tough floor for me to resist.
Floor three. Holy Moly. Knitting supplies, sewing supplies and craft supplies. I can't even... It's still too hard to talk about.
In the knitting section, they had a gorgeous girl who's job was to just sit on a comfy chair, knit and look pretty. I imagine she was also there to answer knitting questions too but I was too intimidated to check on this... She also smiled at me so she was probably nice. I can't stand her.
I got 2 meters of this beauty. I should be able to pay it off in 18-24 months.
Floor four was completely dedicated to Christmas. Is this real life? There were people in there picking out the "style" they wanted their tree to be this year. Meanwhile my poor mother is stuck with the glitter crap I made in 1st grade.
Guys, once you get a gift from me with liberty print wrapping paper you can think "wow, she's finally made it."
And there you have it. My happy place.
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