God bless H&M

I stopped into H&M last night to look for a purse for the wedding i'm going to this weekend (I found one—black change-purse-style with subtle polka dots, a ladylike handle, and a bow), and ended up buying so, so much more. They were kind of way into the '80s last time I was there, which, to me, is not such a good thing. But now they've refined it a bit. There are a lot of bright colors—electric blue, magenta, jade green, red. For Marc Jacobs lovers, they have great knockoffs of his mod minis, plus a Sofia Coppola–esque faux fur coat for $79, which I would've bought had it not made me look like a linebacker (note for the busty gals: Skip it). I also scored a pair of shorts (yes, I know, I hate shorts, but keep reading) with a belted waist and rolled up legs, just like MJ, Miu Miu, and countless others were showing on the spring runways. Best of all, they were on sale for $7.50! I also bought a tweed cloche for $10. Ahh, so good I almost needed a cigarette afterward. I don't smoke, but you get the point.

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