Topshop opened today in our lovely Windy City and, as fate would have it, I had to be right across the street for an audition after school. So I casually walked in, carefree (It's NOT like I was hyperventilating the night before about actually having a real life TOPSHOP a train ride away and I most definitely was NOT counting down the minutes until 9th period ended so I could RUN RUN RUN home and get in the car and drive to downtown Chicago as fast as the law would allow...) But anyway, I got there and even with all of my excitement I felt like I must have forgotten what it was really like to be in that store. It's fresh and sleek and new and Topshop is definitely different than the other huge chains on Michigan Avenue. Normally someone with my budget has to wait for trends to trickle down from runways to magazines to blogs and then to stores where I can snatch up every piece I see that reminds me of the 2011 Fall/Winter Marc Jacobs show. I love H&M and Forever 21 for staples, Urban Outfitters for pieces that make more of a statement, and vintage and thrifting for everything else. With Topshop It's as if the trends from the runways were sent over to the secret Topshop lab (where they hold all the secret formulas for everything that is good in life) right after the shows. It's exhilarating holding a garment that you saw grace the runways not too long ago in your hands, available for purchase. I can't wait to go again and I've been considering getting a job to pay for my new addiction. But that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make.
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