PLAID AND FLANNEL.
Oh my gosh.
I don't even want to talk about it.
Okay, I lied. I really do.
I love flannel and plaid. It's great. It kills me. In the past two days, I've bought two flannel shirts, dug up one I had from last year, and got a plaid skirt. I can't wait to BUY MORE PLAID AND FLANNEL. Also, did I mention everything was at least two of the following colors: grey, black, white, and/or red? Yes. They are. Forever21 has a full wall of plaid and flannel. I am more than excited to go back and purchase more.
This brings me to my real topic: I am obsessed with fall shopping. I really, really am. I live in Arizona, so you'd think it wouldn't be that exciting, and, especially because I wear sweaters all throughout the year (if you work in a mall, you understand why), it seems like fall and winter shopping is almost pointless. But you, sir, are wrong. Just because in Phoenix, we don't get snow, doesn't mean that in Flagstaff, two hours north, there aren't snow capped mountains and fluffy white stuff littering the NAU campus.
The weather gets brisk enough for sweaters, jackets, wool tights, and boots. Sure, snow boots are not necessary. That doesn't mean I can't get a great pair of ankle boots for the "dead" of winter - you know, 35 degrees.
So, this year, apparently, it's black, grey, red, white, plaids, skirts, and tights.
Well, and then the bright purple tights and bright blue tights I got for a dollar apiece.
Those just throw a wrench in my whole wardrobe.
