I know, I know, maybe it’s a bit cliché and predictable, but what can I say… I love Victoria’s Secret! Everything about it, from their comfy pants to their flashy bras, it’s all great! In the beginning as a bystander, it seems like pricey, unnecessary lingerie, and I didn’t want any part of that… but the closer I looked, the more astounded I was! Although, I really, really, really don't understand the difference between Pink and the ordinary Victoria's Secret brand! What can I say, something added to my "dazed and confused" list...
Now let me just tell you a little bit about my complete and utter love for anything that a girl can buy no matter how much of a fat day she’s having. Bloated? Victoria’s Secret. Bad hair day? Victoria’s Secret. Laundry day? Victoria’s Secret. Go in, and take a look around. I have quite a few accounts verifying this very hypothesis, and for you non-believers, I’ll share…
Now let me just tell you a little bit about my complete and utter love for anything that a girl can buy no matter how much of a fat day she’s having. Bloated? Victoria’s Secret. Bad hair day? Victoria’s Secret. Laundry day? Victoria’s Secret. Go in, and take a look around. I have quite a few accounts verifying this very hypothesis, and for you non-believers, I’ll share…
- One month ago- State: Bloated
Yet, my best friend, M, insisted I come to the mall with her. I moped around, entirely unhappy to be there, wanting nothing to do with anything that would touch my waste line. She decided she needed another pair of yoga pants because she lost hers(maybe they’re at my house…) and we popped in to VS. At first, I stood at the front, completely boycotting the idea. I needed to show her, and everyone else, I did not want to be there. This worked for a while until I say a faux spooky pair of boyshort underwear… I ventured further. Now, who ever told you that you have to try underwear on is lying. There are three sizes, and if you don’t know yours, go for a medium. It always does the trick. So I thought I would be able to stop myself at that one pair, but you see, there was a 5 for $25 deal, and I mean, if I didn’t take advantage, what kind of girl would I be?! So I scooped up five pairs, and headed to the checkout, feeling completely oblivious to my very bloated figure, and paid for those pairs with confidence.
Yet, my best friend, M, insisted I come to the mall with her. I moped around, entirely unhappy to be there, wanting nothing to do with anything that would touch my waste line. She decided she needed another pair of yoga pants because she lost hers(maybe they’re at my house…) and we popped in to VS. At first, I stood at the front, completely boycotting the idea. I needed to show her, and everyone else, I did not want to be there. This worked for a while until I say a faux spooky pair of boyshort underwear… I ventured further. Now, who ever told you that you have to try underwear on is lying. There are three sizes, and if you don’t know yours, go for a medium. It always does the trick. So I thought I would be able to stop myself at that one pair, but you see, there was a 5 for $25 deal, and I mean, if I didn’t take advantage, what kind of girl would I be?! So I scooped up five pairs, and headed to the checkout, feeling completely oblivious to my very bloated figure, and paid for those pairs with confidence.
- Two weeks ago- State: Bad hair day
But, I needed mascara. I was out, and it was necessary even though I didn’t want anyone within 30 feet of the mess on my head. Conveniently, in my mall, Victoria’s Secret is right next door to Sephora… Sign? Maybe. I sure took it as one. One my originally planned straight shot to mascara and the back to the car, I slunk into VS. I wasn’t particularly looking for anything, but my prior good experience gave me hope that without the bloat, maybe this trip would be even better. Immediately, boom, a sweatshirt caught my eye. Now, if you’re anything like me, you have 20, maybe more sweatshirts. Sports teams, school spirit, past clothing phases, to put it simply, you do not need another. But this sweatshirt convinced me otherwise. Soft, baggy, and vibrant. I could have a lazy day without looking like I just rolled out of bed, and that’s a first. After that quick thrown over my shoulder, I ran into the perfume… and wow. Let me just tell you, Sexy Little Things fragrance mist… wow. Just wow, and wow again. Now, I did my best to find a link to this right off the VS website, and the closest I came was Sexy Little Things Noir fragrance mist, which I can’t be sure is the same thing… There was also a perfume that looked much more similar, but was way higher up there in price than what I had paid! After a while I found what I was looking for on ebay, but I’m hoping they didn’t stop carrying it! Although with how striking this one was, I’m sure I could find another that was just as good… plus, it was the first bottle I picked up!
But, I needed mascara. I was out, and it was necessary even though I didn’t want anyone within 30 feet of the mess on my head. Conveniently, in my mall, Victoria’s Secret is right next door to Sephora… Sign? Maybe. I sure took it as one. One my originally planned straight shot to mascara and the back to the car, I slunk into VS. I wasn’t particularly looking for anything, but my prior good experience gave me hope that without the bloat, maybe this trip would be even better. Immediately, boom, a sweatshirt caught my eye. Now, if you’re anything like me, you have 20, maybe more sweatshirts. Sports teams, school spirit, past clothing phases, to put it simply, you do not need another. But this sweatshirt convinced me otherwise. Soft, baggy, and vibrant. I could have a lazy day without looking like I just rolled out of bed, and that’s a first. After that quick thrown over my shoulder, I ran into the perfume… and wow. Let me just tell you, Sexy Little Things fragrance mist… wow. Just wow, and wow again. Now, I did my best to find a link to this right off the VS website, and the closest I came was Sexy Little Things Noir fragrance mist, which I can’t be sure is the same thing… There was also a perfume that looked much more similar, but was way higher up there in price than what I had paid! After a while I found what I was looking for on ebay, but I’m hoping they didn’t stop carrying it! Although with how striking this one was, I’m sure I could find another that was just as good… plus, it was the first bottle I picked up!
- Yesterday- State: Laundry Day
With my new found light to heaven that lies in this store, I decided that one more time couldn’t hurt… even if it was laundry day and I was on my last pair of clean pants. Now, I don’t want to venture into the “too much information” area here, but I’ll be honest, since first bra shopping with my mom when I was thirteen, I’ve been lost. I’ve never known my size or letter or number or code or however they’re organized. Now you might be reading this thinking, “Code? Really? Is she that oblivious? She’s close to eighteen…” But sadly yes, I am. If you told me they were organized by roman numeral and were wearing a convincing face, I would believe you. Normal bra shopping for me goes a little something like this: Drive to target. Run to women’s “personals” section. Grab bra that is smaller than a cup for my face would be. Run out. Drive home. Hope for the best. So I decided, well, it IS laundry day, might as well. So I asked for help. Did you know they did that at stores? Measured you? I’m sure you’re rolling your eyes mouthing, “Of course!”, but I didn’t. How helpful! After the wonderful woman did that little size up, she showed me my options. I won’t lie to you, I was overwhelmed. A bra apparently ISN’T just a bra… there are factors. But her help didn’t stop there! She walked me through every step, and I should have bowed down to her at the end of my shopping spree, she taught me the ways of the woman!
With my new found light to heaven that lies in this store, I decided that one more time couldn’t hurt… even if it was laundry day and I was on my last pair of clean pants. Now, I don’t want to venture into the “too much information” area here, but I’ll be honest, since first bra shopping with my mom when I was thirteen, I’ve been lost. I’ve never known my size or letter or number or code or however they’re organized. Now you might be reading this thinking, “Code? Really? Is she that oblivious? She’s close to eighteen…” But sadly yes, I am. If you told me they were organized by roman numeral and were wearing a convincing face, I would believe you. Normal bra shopping for me goes a little something like this: Drive to target. Run to women’s “personals” section. Grab bra that is smaller than a cup for my face would be. Run out. Drive home. Hope for the best. So I decided, well, it IS laundry day, might as well. So I asked for help. Did you know they did that at stores? Measured you? I’m sure you’re rolling your eyes mouthing, “Of course!”, but I didn’t. How helpful! After the wonderful woman did that little size up, she showed me my options. I won’t lie to you, I was overwhelmed. A bra apparently ISN’T just a bra… there are factors. But her help didn’t stop there! She walked me through every step, and I should have bowed down to her at the end of my shopping spree, she taught me the ways of the woman!
All in all, I’m enlightened! And I wanted to share with anyone who doesn’t know that Victoria Secret is flawless for any bad day which may befall you.
How are your experiences there? Maybe a better place that's a little cheaper? And my ignorant question... Can anyone explain the difference between Pink and the normal Victoria's Secret clothes to me?
How are your experiences there? Maybe a better place that's a little cheaper? And my ignorant question... Can anyone explain the difference between Pink and the normal Victoria's Secret clothes to me?
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