I want to tell you all a story about this London Love t-shirt. I want to reminisce about the last time I was in London. I want to talk about the pop up vintage markets and Portobello market. I want to tell an amazing story about pouring over each and every booth of these markets and the things I found. I want to talk about the food I ate and the smells I smelled. I so badly want this shirt to be a memorial of an amazing adventure that Joel and I were so lucky to take. I want this t-shirt to have history and meaning and I want the story to be sparkly and captivating. I want to wear this shirt to dinner parties and evenings out where said story would be retold and the shirt would be worn as a badge of my fashion findings honor.
But that would all be a steaming pile of… well… lies. This shirt is from the overly produced racks of Forever 21. It is one of millions. It is as generic as they come. And for the first two weeks after I bought it I told Joel it was from a street vendor in London. I was shopping shamed. But I still love the shirt. And it still makes me think of the wonderful trips we have taken London. And it still makes me smile. Even if it is from Forever 21.
The real story of our last trip to London- I shopping choked. I found an amazing Cath Kidston bag, a perfect dress from Liberty of London featuring their famous tiny floral print, the most beautiful hand made leather jacket and an absolutely gorgeous cashmere capelet and with each find more outstanding and deserving of my shopping budget than the last I choked. I couldn’t pull the trigger and ended up coming home with nothing more than a pair of jeans from Primark (A European Forever 21) and regret. All the more reason to plan a trip back I suppose. Right Joel?